Last Cry
I thought it was love so I let the first hit go
"He's sorry, he didn't mean it, it's my fault it wont happen anymore!"
Some days were good, and with him is where I was supposed to be
It was that one drink too many and then my nose started to bleed
I cleaned myself up and got on my feet, went to the bathroom and cried out "Is it me?"
After another day passed he stumbled in late from work
Smelling like liquor, yelling, cursing demanding his plate
I went into the kitchen and gathered some food off the stove
He looked at the plate and laughed and threw it on the floor while his cigarette burned
He walked towards me and I knew exactly what was going to happen
He raised his hand and I fell to the floor and he started laughing
As time passed the more stronger I have gotten
Face didn't look the same from the bruises, swollen eyes and crying and fighting
Everyday it repeated but this time I was smart
I couldn't take this anymore because I knew death wasn't far
Again he came in drunk and running off at the mouth
I was sitting at the living room table reading the bible
Most people would say I was crazy or would try to seek revenge
I realized that it was easier to kill him and harder to be a Christian
He stood there stunned, but the rage didn't disappear
Around my neck his hands went" Don't fear God , fear me and death."
I was starting to blank out while I was conscious I prayed
Lord, I have not been the best person but please don't make this my last day
I guessed he noticed my action less body, he dropped and left
Keep God first, there isn't any man or person greater, with this I know I'm blessed.
Copyright © Stefanie Jones | Year Posted 2016
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