She sits and spies as the world goes by
longing for that feeling called free.
Trying not to cringe as he brushes her neck
and whispers you are beautiful to me.
Why doesn’t he see past the one eye open
the other closed and bruised.
Fighting hard to show the smile she knows
he must see and silently repeating, this will keep him off of me.
But honey I love you as fists start to fly
bent over protecting her future
as the door slowly slams on freedom.
I once had friends, talked to family
as I wonder while others dress me.
For once there is sweet silence to bad it is my heart
He hit me, I cried, I tried to tell you, though he lied. Wait till we
get home, but my circumstance is now well known.
The flowers are pretty though the fragrance escapes me
as it lingers among the tears and the veil.
My children kiss my forehead before sunlight fades to dark.
Please remember me, I loved as much as I could
You just couldn’t hear me, he was just misunderstood.
No longer to make excuses, no more to feel the pain
Remember me, I loved you to death
My death is what it took, to make you realize the truth
No longer will I scream. Domestic Violence has a voice
Will you listen to me now?