Notes About The Poem
This poem depicts the spousal abuse of a new mother. Some women have endured husbands or partners who were never there for them and who continued a life as if they were single. There is help.
YOU SAID THAT BEFORE
I know you well,
because I knew you well.
Children grow into what they are taught.
The constant pain from blows I fought.
Your clean shirts pressed for your nights out,
No matter if I cried with a painful pout.
Your drunken fits when you got home,
Bragging about the way you got stoned.
Putting me down because I changed,
My birthing body was all rearranged.
A pitiful family hides it all,
A short abuser who thinks he's tall.
Injustices will hold your clout,
Someday fiend you'll be found out.
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