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Fight of a Battered Wife

Shut up daredevil!
My ears are bleeding on your words.
Stop killing my soul!
My senses are bruised and broke.

I am filled with your profanities.
I have eaten my  pride and dignity.
I almost lost my own identity.
This isn't you'd promised fedelity.

My limbs are weak to fight at all.
I'll let you win to save this soul.
For when the right time fave on mine.
I'll stand both feet to wreck you, man.

This is a battle of woman's right.
Say it loud or keep it underground.
Speak your mind, spread your light.
Kill the demons with your holy heart.

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Michael Byte January 6, 2014 at 7:11 PM Very good write my friend on what battered women go through. I hope this is not written on facts you now personally. No women deserves this. Have a good evening. Thanks for kind words on my Bio your dearest soup friend Michael