keyra king

The So Called Perfect Husband - Poem by keyra king

Being in love causes so much pain
too scared to move i am standing in the rain
during the day he tells he he loved me
and this i believe is true
but at night he pushes me
and beat me black and blue
when i sleep i dream of the day he kills me
and i wake up thinking its the only way out of my misery
hiding behind sunglasses so no one could see
the bruses my husband conflict on me
looking down at my finger with anger
at the ring that bonds me to this stranger
as i look in the mirror at my used to be beautiful face
i am struct with the fear of becomeing a dealth case.

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  • (4/17/2008 11:32:00 PM)

    this peom is sad. but it is good. i under stand the words perfectly (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 7, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, March 23, 2009

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