Wrong Way Out

My knees have touched every part of this floor Not for the satisfaction one would get from acting out a favorite animal position But more from being dragged around like an animal My disposition was no longer sweet Cuts and bruises covered my feet I tried to run Even tried jumping out the window Since luck spared me from being thrown from it yet But every attempt failed I was jailed I placed my hands on the glass Clear for the world to see In hopes that someone, anyone Would save me Each day I placed another blood stained hand print on the window Passerby must have thought I was an artist Red turkey decorations In the middle of summer? They must have thought it weird As they just looked and passed by My cries were heard only by me Numerous phone calls made to the police One time too many, I guess Because their visits ceased I was advised to file an Order of Protection Since the police themselves couldn’t offer protection My mind was boggled with the thought of useless police With such closed minds and biased beliefs It was my fault for being in the situation I was in Thanks a lot to those women Who deceitfully mirrored my pain, Willfully brought shame to my name For women, they are insane For thinking this is a game I am a woman And because of that I get choked with The insanity cloak From the first mention of domestic violence I was so sick and tired of My pleas for help Being greeted with silence The first chance I got I filed an Order of Protection Thinking this was my underground railroad to freedom Just to think I survived through all the punching, slapping, pushing Rapes and threats Just to have this order of so-called protection Place the highest bet On my life I made it under ground and realized The grass is greener on the other side But why did I have to die?