Sonya Stewart Poet Blank verse

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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Caren Krutsinger April 12, 2019 at 11:35 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!

Caren Krutsinger April 12, 2019 at 11:34 PM

Caren Krutsinger April 12, 2019 at 11:34 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!

Caren Krutsinger April 12, 2019 at 11:33 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! Sonya Stewart April 13, 2019 at 6:25 PM Thanks . The lady die three days ago by her abuser . Her husband and then he took his own life.