He hit her again last night,

It wasn’t a fight,

Was pretty much one sided,

When her face and his fist collided.

She is long past trying to make sense

Of all this nonsense,

And momma tells her stay cause ,

He is a good provider.

Turn a black eye … I mean a blind eye,

poemsTo the fact he beats her.

But last night, all hell broke loose,

She put an end to all the abuse.

The beating was not meant to be,

He became the screaming banshee.

She couldn’t take it anymore,

And fury was what she had in store.

No more punches or kicks,

Oh no!.… that problem she fixed.

Now he has scars to remind him daily

and mental pictures of friends reading his obituary.

And now she is gone

He is his own crippled in a hospital bed all-alone.

Don’t know if this gave him insight

But one thing is for sure,

He won’t be hitting her tonight.

by Duane Francis

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He hit her again last night, It wasn’t a fight, Was pretty much one sided, When her face and his fist collided. She is long past trying to make sense Of all this nonsense, And momma tells her stay cause , He is a good provider. Turn a black eye … I mean a blind eye, To the...

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