He loves me. I know he does
Mama been shouting since she got here
Crying, begging and pleading for me to see the light.
I don't get why she thinks I'm blinded because I'm not.
Me lying on a hospital bed is no reason for her to wail about, he won't **** me.
They keep telling me to leave him, but I can't
Why should I be the one to walk away?
If anybody gets to leave it's the demon that should go
The demon that posseses him when he chokes the life out of me
Beating and kicking on me till I pass out.
In all that I remember the good times.
The times when he makes love to me, worshipping my body, holding me like a he is afraid I'm going to break, that's my man.
The one that wakes up early to give me breakfast in bed every Saturday morning
The one that makes me laugh in an unladylike manner, snort and all but still calls me beautiful, that's my man.
And I love him.
I stay not because of the apologies he gives when he lashes out in jealousy over my association with men,
I stay not because of children because as you can see, I have none
I stay because I love him.
As I lie on this bed listening to my mother begging me to leave him before he kills me,
Tears running down my cheeks, not because of the pain my body feels
But because of the pain momma will feel when I tell her that I'm not leaving.
I love him.