The dance of women living through domestic violnece |
Hurting a lot and crying all the time. My child is my pillow for this head of mine. His voice still ringing in my ear. Saying he will kill me next time, so be clear Leave him now while I still have my life Or stick around a little longer for the sake of my child Confused and scared of what he will do I’ve talked to my friends and my Mother too. They don’t understand and often say, But “he’s so good to you, you have got to stay.” Leaving his embrace will be bittersweet. Yet, I know on me he will continue to beat . Who knew that he would change so. While all the time putting on such a big show. I loved him then and I love him now. But he says he will kill me, if I leave with our child. Going to work every day with a smile. Lying to explain my two black eyes. Can’t trust him at all when he comes on my job. Telling more lies and making my life so hard. Sometimes I wish that I could just die, And end it all with one great big sigh! But deep inside I find the strength, To be brave most time as I straddle the fence. But I find it much easier to sit and ponder on this bench. Do I really stay or to go? Or simply dance some more. I dance and dance day and night. Often without sleep because of the constant fights. So, I have learned to dance with one eye open. Just in case tonight, he finally takes my life as he chokes me. |