Shannon Goodson Poet I do not know?

Nothing Is the Same

I’ll tip too through the hallway can’t wake him up its late

I can’t seem to do a thing he really doesn’t hate

I work two jobs and in between I make sure he is fed

Laundry done, his clothes set out, and put the kids to bed

Off to work ‘til 5 AM and home again I go

Straight there and back no detours otherwise he’ll know

Miles written down from last night when I went to work

I know that sounds stupid but we’re talking about a jerk

Keep your mouth shut you have no idea what you’re saying

I work all day long it’s your bills I’m paying

Keep those babies quiet I have to concentrate

You’re nagging me again there’s nothing more I hate

Thrown to the ground I lay there not knowing what to do

As I lay there crying he kicks me with his shoe

Why do you make me do this? I will not ask again

Before I know it I’m hit again this time it’s on my chin

I beg him to just let me go and I’ll clean up the mess

That was wishful thinking now he’s ripped my dress

You dress like a whore that’s how you will be treated

No end in sight I know it now this argument is heated

I stand back and listen as he yells at me some more

He grabs me by my neck now and slams me into the door

Please be quiet I’ll do what you say I think you woke the boys

Just give me a minute I have them play with their toys

I wipe my face and straighten up my dress so they will not see

I can’t let them ever know what their father’s done to me

Shhh be quiet and lay back down it’s not time to play right yet

I make sure their busy or I know what they’ll get

Why can’t I change this story that has become my life?

Nothing is the same with him since I became his wife.

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