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::Build me a home of stone and dustLight up the fire with roses and lust//Lay me a bed of feathers and cloudsSing me a song of the torn and the vowed//Show me dissenters with rocks in their slings
Because I Love You   Because I love you I deal with the pain from your hands upon my back Your arms throbbing against my shirt creating the foundation of abuse
Because I Love You   Because I love you I deal with the pain from your hands upon my back Your arms throbbing against my shirt creating the foundation of abuse
“Because I love you”   I love you so much,   every breath you breath    every little touch.     You’ve infected me    with something i fail to see.  
One Thanksgiving his mother told me this story About how as a child he used to catch bugs  He loved them  He would run around the yard scooping them into a little mesh box
Let me tell a story About my heart getting broken He made me feel like crap, so he could get a token I was outspoken, nothing I could do or say Theres only one thing I could do to numb this pain  
The clock strikes 2 am As I wait for him To blow down the doors The phone rings That is probably him I answer it It was not my husband Rushing downtown I run through the doors
Encrusted red splattered walls Red spotted floors Serve to remind me How everything I do Is wrong in his eyes Those bloodshot eyes Coming home every evening With flammable breath
My mother is weak And I cannot stand it She is feeble, stupid, and plain Who are you? And where is the woman that I once knew? You’re a weakling, darling A scaredy little ghost
Breathe in Smoke Incense
Before you laugh in my face and tell me that it was my fault, Know that I, am well aware I fell for you and i thought I knew what I was doing I thought I could play the game as well as the game master himself
he's a man but really he's sarcasm lanky, underfed, patched whole with drugs. he scares away crows but he doesn't scare me. I'll pay for this later. but sunsets sitting in a haze of
Enter head on, in your binding. So called companionship, misinterprets For; contract. For it will be a "duty" and "privilege".
I try to stay away from you But you keep on coming back I see the desperation but I do not give a flack You're a crazy creepy stalking pig who I want far, far away but you just seem to return to me
Hannah was late coming home this evening. Traffic was slow and she had trouble leaving. Work was hard and she hadn't any time
You hurt me, you hit me,
Sometimes I hear daddy yelling
Once again
Rhythm beats the drums while your guidance beats my heart. To your song, I cannot dance. To your song, I cannot love. And according to your melodies, I will not live.  
Under my bedI layAfraidBecause tonight is just one of those nightsMama works late I can hear you stumbleYour scent getting closerYou mumbleI should call mamaBut I'm just not suppose to
A poem about domestic violence:   
1964. Kitty Genovese. 28.Raped and killed while her neighbors did nothing.Her blood left a scuffing.2009. Jane Doe. 15.Raped by ten guys at a homecoming dance while several class mates laughed and joked. 
Clank! Number five. My sisters and I count each clank into the trash can, growing more uneasy with each one We usually don’t get very scared until number eight, that’s when he starts to fuss
Tell me about the time you almost pinned youth to the ground How she laughed in bell tones before she cried Before she told you that her time was almost up That was when you noticed the bruises, didn't you?
He will respect you He will help you He will acknowledge your thoughts And never resent you He will motivate you He will inspire you Like a tree he will ground and cultivate you
Asleep on the couch, waiting for your return, Hoping for the best, fearing the worst, As the door unlocks and the knob creaks, I turn, A smile on my face. Stumbling on the threshold, tequila in hand
And then silence. his voice is raised you can almost hear her cringe, he’s too far gone too many a drink her back against the kitchen sink her arms are raised his voice now crazed
Please don't yell. Please don't shout Please don’t slam and stop about Please give me silence, one more night of serene back to the old days, for one more dream One single night not waking to a shout
Those Hands From his hands to the wall, that's what she goes through. From the wall, there's a fall, his knee meets her through. Bloody fist out her jaw, now whose the fool, because she knew what she would go through.
She blasts the radio trying to drown out the sounds of her mother wailing, father wailing on her mother, but neither TLC, 3LW, nor Destiny's Child is loud enough to cover her mothers screams.
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