Broken Girl Poem by Autum Foster

She will always be a broken girl,
She hears the plates and vases hurl,
She waits for the moment to pass,
She takes a count of all that she has,
A broken heart, a broken home,
She fears she will always be alone,
Well not alone, not with him,
In a fight she'll never win,
He has the stregth, he has the guts,
To push her around and do what he wants,
He grabs her neck, his hand held high,
His other hand digs into her thigh,
The bruises, the cuts, no explination,
He hits her, he beats her, no seasation,
All she wants, is this to end,
So she can start to finally mend,
Hoe much more can she hack?
She knows one day, she'll have to fight back,
In the event that she will loose,
She know's she'll end up with more than a bruise,
In the event that she will win,
One of them will pay, this time it'll be him,
A fast thought,
A sudden glance,
What can she do,
She can't get past,
She grabs whatever's closest to hand,
She launches at him,
No reprimand,
She sinks the knife into his skin,
And from his mouth, an awful din.
She realises what she's just done,
She realises that she's just won,
The fight was there all along,
It took her years to change the song,
The sound the neighbours did ignore,
She feel's relieved, no pain, no more,
An ambulance is what he needs,
The look on his face, his fear, she feeds,
She dials the number as slowly as she can,
She wants him to die, she wants him gone,
That night he was arrested,
No more pain, her body rested,
For her, there will always be the pain,
'I know what you did', whispers the rain.