Abuse Poems

Battered Bride

I’d watch her walk by every day

Smile, but I didn’t know what to say

I know he beat her, I could hear her anguished screams

I told my children they were just bad dreams.

They belonged to the pretty girl upstairs

Who fell deeply in love

Then stripped of every ounce of pride

When she said I do and became a battered bride.

Once upon a time turned into pure hell

She didn’t have the courage to tell

I asked her once and she lied

My help was denied.

She was found yesterday, hanging in the kitchen with a new rope braid

And a note saying she would never again be afraid

He dug her grave long ago

But her death had been quite slow.

~ Lynn M Kraft

He gave me flowers

I got flowers today. It wasn't my birthday or any other special day.

We had our first argument last night and he said a lot of cruel things

that really hurt me. I know that he is sorry and didn't mean to say the

things he said - because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today. It wasn't our anniversary or any other special day.

Last night he threw me into a wall and then started to choke me.

It seemed like a nightmare but you wake up from nightmares to find

that they aren't real. I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over.

I know he must be sorry - because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today. And it wasn't Valentines Day or any other special

day. Last night he beat me and threatened to kill me.

Makeup and long sleeves didn't hide the cuts and bruises this time.

I couldn't go to work because I didn't want anyone to know

But I know he is sorry - because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today and it wasn't Mother's Day or any other special day.

Last night he beat me again and it was much worse than all the other

times. If I leave him what will I do? How will I take care of the kids?

What about money? I'm afraid of him and too scared to leave him!

But he must be sorry - because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today. Today was a very special day.

It was the day of my funeral.

Last night he finally killed me. I was beaten to death.

If only I would have gathered enough courage and strength to leave him.

So I got flowers today - for the very last time.

~Author Unknown

He Loves Me

As I cruise through town in my old black and white
I think about victims from a domestic fight
The kicking, the biting, the pounding, they say
But the memory’s erased come the big court day.

He loves me she says, as she started to cry
I know he didn't mean it, when he blackened my eye
It's all my fault, I deserve it, I do
Don't look at my back, for it's all black and blue.

Tomorrow we will wake, and sober he'll be
And the love that we share will flow soft and free
For our children we'll make it, never falling apart
The love that we share, it comes from the heart.

If it happens again I will leave him you'll see

But again came and went, now look at me
First crutches then stitches, a cast here and there
Now please don't arrest him, for that's truly unfair.

Then suddenly it happens, the fight if you will
He's punching and stabbing, for him it's a thrill
The warmth that I'm feeling, what is it I ask
Don't talk they tell me, just breathe through this mask.

When finally I realize, It's my legs I can't feel
At the hospital he gives me that "I love you spiel"
The doctor now sighs with a grim look in his eye
Don't take me my Lord, for I'm to young to die.

If this sounds too familiar, and really hits home
Come forward I ask, for you’re not alone.

~Deputy Mike Coon

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