He pulls my hair.
He slaps my face.
He kicks me on the floor.
I love him so much,
So I don't have the strength
To walk right out the door.
There's blood on my face.
Everything hurts,
And all I can do is cry.
I made him mad,
So this is what he does.
I wish I knew his reason why.
My heart won't let me leave him,
And it hurts too much to try.
I wonder if this is how my life will be
From now until I die.
He says he's sorry.
He takes me in his arms.
He even starts to cry.
I tell him I forgive him
And that everything is fine.
For now at least because I know
It will happen again in time.
Domestic Violence Poem
I find this to be true. I lived under an abusive household of my father to my mother. Back in the day, you kept your mouth shut. What goes on in the household stays there. After leaving home,...
Abuse
Published: February 2008
I find this to be true. I lived under an abusive household of my father to my mother. Back in the day, you kept your mouth shut. What goes on in the household stays there. After leaving home, I felt this was just what a relationship was to be. I found myself in an abusive relationship. I found myself back home with my parents. I'd reach out to my mother, but all she saw was he had a big house and was a good provider. I really don't think they believe me. While at my parents’, house they'd do things to force me to leave their house, knowing I had no place to go but to my abuser. My mom thought it was ok. Dad too. I left to go into a domestic violence shelter, and after hearing the other women's stories in the group, it was like a repeat of my story. It was there where I became knowledgeable about domestic violence and that I was being abused. I opened my mouth and went through the legal process and found out in the midst of that my mother would be testifying against me for my abuser.