#stopviolence
Promises were made, vows were cited
Arms were held, lips were kissed
The man said, for better or worse
The woman promised, ‘til death parts them
Hands were tied, arms were bruised
The woman had said enough, leaving for good
The man’s eyes darkened, screams were heard
Come the morning light, a room covered in red
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 2:48 AM UTC
One two three four
How many slaps more?
Five six seven eight
Are my bruises enough yet?
Nine ten eleven
Keep it quiet, do not comment
Twelve thirteen
Does he have to hit me until fifteen?
Fourteen fifteen sixteen
Keep counting, no one is listening
Seventeen Eighteen
Violence and abuse, it kept coming
Nineteen Twenty
Defending myself, standing strongly
Keep counting 'til a hundred
No one believed what I said
Keep counting 'til another hundred
Maybe they'll listen when I'm dead
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 4:14 AM UTC