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Generation of women lost
Contributed by
Poess
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Sunday, 1st July 2007 @ 01:48:05 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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She couldn't have known that day she'd die,
by the abusive hand of a wondering eye,
She fell down the stairs, ran into the door,
All lies, we all know he strikes her and calls her whore,
Why she covered for him I'll never understand,
And stayed while he cheated and let him ruin her plan,
She wanted to be famous, a legend in her own time,
But he wanted a slave, a servant in her prime,
Girl what were you thinking? Not running like hell?
Forgetting about him, he's only a memory and a story to tell,
A story of strength and the power to leave,
And not to accept a man who beats and deceives,
But that's not what went down that fateful night,
When the crowbar went beyond the usual fight,
And now she's not famous, not a legend, not breathing,
not a mother, just broken all over and bleeding,
If she would've only listened to advice it wouldn't have been this way,
If she would've ran the first time he hit her, that very day,
Her grieving spirit would not sit, weeping at her grave,
Dwelling on how easily her innocent life could have been saved
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Re: Generation of women lost
(User Rating: 1 ) by deadheadpoet on
Sunday, 1st July 2007 @ 01:29:24 PM AEST (User
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So glad you joined our site. Your poetry is truly honest and gripping to read. This was so hard to read. Being in an abusive relationship in my past, I know the fear of this, the pain and the humiliation felt. Horrid that this goes on in our society every day. I am glad I don't have to worry about being "hurt" like that, anymore. Heart-wrenching read.
Much peace,
Laura |
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