Battered Wife (Not A Personal Experience) Poem by Lechelle Jones (01.24.91,D.C)

I walk through the door day by day just to get hit in my face.

I ask why dose he do this to me he calls it putting me in my place.

I cook,
And cook,
And clean,
And clean,
Just to be looked down on
I sit in the house all alone every night.

But dose he care? ?
No
Will he ever? ?
Maybe so
But I won't be the fool waiting for him to come back
They say love your man to the fullest but what if your being attacked.

I don't want to be apart of this tourcher,
I don't want to be apart of this world,
I don't want to be another statistic that states,

Another non-surviving battered girl.