To the outside person looking in they had the story book romance that you would dream of
Not even the gates of Haiti’s opening up could sever the bound of this type of love
But if you took at look closer you would see that things are truly not as they always seem
We’ll see how you feel once the closet is open and the fairy tale becomes a nightmare, no longer a dream
Yes he keeps her looking fly and he puts of the front like he is so nice
Behind closed doors he turns into a different person, the missteps of him as a man his wife has to pay the price
The abuse runs deep: verbal, mental, emotional, and financial with the Cud Agra physical
Then she sometimes finds herself day dreaming of leaving him and moving to a different locale
But there are always two sides to the coin and she is far from a saint
Having a sit down with her, telling you about all the things she’s done would even make a prostitute faint
Don’t think I’m making excuses for him abusing her because I ain’t but it takes more than one leak for a ship to sank
She thought she would pay him back for what he had done to her so it would be even trade
Playing games not only with her life but the life of others like she was in an arcade
Yes he had bruised her in more ways than one but how would he feel when he found out that she had gave him aids?
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem