Matt Hunt Poet Blank verse

The Meal

The fresh markings lit up on her worn face
It's my fault that he's acting this way
He wouldn't have hit me if I just made the meal like he liked it
I shouldn't have added those darn peppers
He hates that I know it
Why did I make it with peppers?
He comes home
Same routine/ tosses her against the wall
Tells her how much he hates that he married her
Another day another beating 
Blames herself for their trouble
Never realizes it's him not her
Paradise in suburban America

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James Foulk May 14, 2011 at 7:54 PM enjoyed reading this very moving piece you wrote.

Lisa Cooper May 9, 2011 at 7:26 PM great write, abuse is so common and such a sad event

John Aaron Green May 9, 2011 at 5:08 PM nice, and all to real,,,,,great poem, kind of scary in that we know it really happens..

Dr.Ram Mehta May 9, 2011 at 5:55 AM A sad tale quite common nowadays of the abuse over the trivial matter, R.M.Hunt

Linda-Marie Sweetheart May 9, 2011 at 5:03 AM Powerful write on abuse R.M. and so prevalent these days .. woman blames herself but the man needs the help to see things in a different light..respect ... a wonderful presentation luv..