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Six Feet Under

I am immune to the pain, the broken bones He said he loves me Yet he beats me “Babes mi promise … mi nah guh hit yuh again…mi love yuh”…words with no meaning I try to leave him but he finds me …I can’t hide My battered body My scarred face My broken soul Is this what love means? I dear not speak because his loaded gun will bark My mother said “leave him” My dad said “why yuh let him hit yuh” My brother said "let mi kill him” While the neighbours whisper …I shake my head I am ashamed No real help The policeman calls it domestic dispute… they say “I can’t help yuh unless yuh dead” That's my reality A prison cell or six feet under I am living in hell So I am immune to the pain Nowhere to go ….Nowhere to hide There’s no way out I guess he forgot I am someone's child Yes I am the mother of his son I hope my child doesn’t think this is normal …love and pain I must stay silent to keep the peace ...I have no real voice to speak Can someone help me, please? PLEASE!!! You hear the screams You see the blood Is this really love? I want to leave but I remember the bullet he carved with my name on it I am marked for death Help me, please I guess my lifeless body is all that will remain

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Date: 4/12/2019 11:35:00 PM
I am so sorry Sonya. All I was trying to do was correct my incorrect "their" to there, and all of this happened! Please forgive me!
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Date: 4/12/2019 11:34:00 PM
"That's my reality A prison cell or six feet under I am living in hell" Sonya, I feel that you have written this in honor of someone you love a lot and hope to help out of a serious situation. I will send them prayers, in your name. This is amazing. Know that we can only do so much; there are shelters waiting, but so many women want to believe the new promises and sneak back "home" taking their helpless children with them. Well done my friend! BRAVO!
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Date: 4/12/2019 11:34:00 PM
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Date: 4/12/2019 11:33:00 PM
"That's my reality A prison cell or six feet under I am living in hell" Sonya, I feel that you have written this in honor of someone you love a lot and hope to help out of a serious situation. I will send them prayers, in your name. This is amazing. Know that we can only do so much; their are shelters waiting, but so many women want to believe the new promises and sneak back "home" taking their helpless children with them. Well done my friend! BRAVO!
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Sonya Stewart
Date: 4/13/2019 6:25:00 PM
Thanks . The lady die three days ago by her abuser . Her husband and then he took his own life.

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