This poem is dedicated to all the women I have known in my personal and professional life who have been victims of domestic violence.

 

You say the sun is bright

In the middle of  the night

You say I don’t need any friends

I got you to make amends

You say I’m a disgrace

When you hit me in the face

Then later you deny

That bruise on my thigh

Your frown turns to a smile

You threaten me not to file

Gaslight is your name

Power is your game

You look for weakness

To sow your sickness

Your creep into my soul

For ultimate control

I’m packing my stuff

Have  had enough

Of torture and unrelenting hell

This madness will pass

When I leave your ass

On my way

To making you pay

My precious life

Is gonna be alright