Domestic Violence Poem by Bamukunda Hillary

Hearts that batter
Need no butter
Its very bitter
It can't be any better.
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Picking on her was nice
Just like a lucky number on a dice
Living together was a choice
But beating her is now a daily vice
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If its true that your love is gone
Its then true that everything is done
Put that purported marriage on a leave
Since together you cannot live.
Walk away if you are blood thirst
Run away if love human flesh
Its a union not wwe or mortal combat.
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