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By SaintChristopher Date: 2001 Oct 12 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.12.19.11.27537]] |
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She knew she hated him When his fist turned the lights off in her mind "He's crazy," her heart hissed in between astonished Beats. Where his voice went Blood and blows followed Always said he believed in giving 100 percent There were few signs Outbursts were rare Now he wanted to fight Drag her hundred pound ass out in the street Screams doubled as gunshots To the ears of girls who once believed in love Like she does still- So she's surprised at the intensity of her rage At his rage While the babies stand in the doorway and SCREAM But God has turned the music way up And she's got to make a MOVE! He says; pushing her into the wall When she looks so confused It turns him on Where will she go with blackened eyes And split lips? It no longer matters It's only important she Collect her wits, blots the blood And tend her babies Before strength becomes a foreign language And violence, the only tongues she knows She knew love wasn't supposed to be like this for her babies. She won't forget. |