Battered Woman
Battered woman,
When are you going to learn?
He doesn't love you.
You're on your own.
Battered woman,
When are you going to learn?
He doesn't love you.
You're on your own.
I am so glad that this poem has touched your heart. This was my life, but I wanted to reach out to the ones who are living my nightmare, hopefully they will be able to take their lives back...
Within a darkened, quiet house, tucked in a lonely bed,
Upon a dirty pillowcase, there lies a tiny head.
A precious face that knows no love, in tattered rags she's sleeping,
While high above, the angels who are watching her are weeping.
Nine years ago, if you'd have said
I would be where I am now,
I would have laughed and thought you silly.
How could I escape my living hell?
This from a broken little girl who screamed for her mom all the time but she never came to rescue her. Then I grew and I learned to live with all the bruises and cuts life had thrown at...
I've spent many years now
Running from the bear.
Just when I think you're gone,
You once again are there.
Years have passed; I continue to grow,
Yet I hold a secret not many seem to know.
The pain and hurt is still all too real in my mind.
You did bad things that weren't kind.
Being molested cut me deep inside,
and all I really wanted to do was cry.
The emotions it brought me, I can't deny,
When I was about 11years old I met a girl named Penny who had the most beautiful skin, who's father would keep her locked up inside their apartment all day during the summer. She was never...
The mask I wear is the face you see.
The mask is so happy, so full of life.
The mask I wear has eyes that look like they have never seen any evil.
The mask I wear has a smile so beautiful.
I talk to him,
He talks to me.
My heart, it swells
And begs to be free.
I am in the same boat. I do love him and I want my children to have a dad in their life, but it rips me apart knowing they will either see their mother being hurt or not have a father in...
I told no lie,
But he is still free,
Walking and roaming the streets,
What he did to me was not fair.
I am in foster care too. I have been abused by many foster parents your story touched my heart.
Thank you,
Sky'e Lynnette
A burning passion,
An internal rage,
A wounded animal
Chained in a cage.
This poem reminds me of a little boy killed by his father and stepmother. His name was Arthur Labinjo-Hughes. RIP Arthur, you did not deserve what happened to you.