Faced
My face is bleeding
My heart is aching
My child is crying
And I keep on lying to my mother
Your hands never get tired of hitting
on me
bruising my skin
Rearranging my face
You say you love me
you say you care for me
You say you're sorry
You say you're tired of me
Though you never leave
You disrespect me
You beat me to a pulp
you hate me
Today I'm done with you
please move out my way
My bags are already packed
My mother and a police
officer are right behind that door
So I wish you would try something
I wish you would hit me again
because trust you will get yours
whether I'm dead or alive
You stared at me
like you were pondering your
options
You backed up
I left.
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