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

Date: 5/14/2011 7:54:00 PM

enjoyed reading this very moving piece you wrote.

Lisa Cooper

Date: 5/9/2011 7:26:00 PM

great write, abuse is so common and such a sad event

John Aaron Green

Date: 5/9/2011 5:08:00 PM

nice, and all to real,,,,,great poem, kind of scary in that we know it really happens..

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 5/9/2011 5:55:00 AM

A sad tale quite common nowadays of the abuse over the trivial matter, R.M.Hunt

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 5/9/2011 5:03:00 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..