i'm in a dress i look my best its well fitted but i'm not committed he's at my side and i have my pride if only they see behind our doors are the scars which he left in my pores he drags me by my hair and left me in despair oh ,it wont happen again he swears he then showers me with gifts hoping that i'll feel bless i have a secret in my belly so i made a promise i'll try my best to make it jolly i got him mad not again i cried in my soul as he beat me on the floor blood running down my legs as i'm remembering my pledge i ran to kitchen, i took a knife and there i tookΒ Β his life to repay my innocent child
the poem perfect is about domestic violent where the victim looses her child and repay its blood with the abuser