Just under their breath because she’ll surely fret
Little do they know what lies beneath her beauty
Are tales of mistreatment and untold cruelty
She does not believe the kind words of others
Especially about such superficial matters
She dismisses the matter as simple child-like chatter
Because she knows words do not really matter
As she heads home in despair
Thinking no one knows, no one cares
The voices in her head, wishing she were dead
But instead with haste she rushes home, “I can’t be late, I can’t be late”
She missed the bus, oh what a fate!
And now almost to tears she faces her fears,
As she cautiously enters the room she utters, “Honey, I’m home!”
Greeted with silence by what was once her loving partner
She braces herself for what might come after
He gestures to hit her but laughs at her manner
Hitting and belittling his wife was a laughing matter
With his words and fists, he would keep her in check
For NO wife of his would show disrespect
She is allowed to explain
As he twisted her arm inflicting pain
“This is my last chance”, she thought
Her chance to be free, free from this violence and misery
So she kisses him good night and goes to bed without a fight
For soon, she will take flight, in the middle of the night.
By: Cherylene Nicholas
Moral: Do not judge people by how they look or even by the words that come out of their mouth. You have no idea what’s really going on in their lives or in their minds. Be grateful for the life you have.
I felt inspired to write this poem let me know what you think.