Of
what would she tell?
Whom
she will run to?
When
it becomes so much out of hand
When
it seems no one is there
As she
was counsel not to discuss with third party about her marriage
She
kept it all inside of her
After
every slight provocation a blow is given
Coupled
with a slap that sends her down to her feet
All
along she carried along and behave as a woman she
Respect,
love and reverence him inspite of the several maltreatment
Kicks
comes after kick
Her
home turns to be wall of bricks
Fear
grips her when he hear him coming home
The
punches that wasn’t prepared for landed her on the floor
Inside
the ring of abuse and maltreatment
The
dreams shattered went through a painful moment
In
bring his child into the world
She
rise early to take prepare her family for the day
After
she has done this alas she got little time for her self
Yet he
cannot be man enough to appreciate all these things she does
But
what she gets in return beating and battering
Face
pain black and blue with an everlasting scars
A
beautiful face deformed to an ugly face
Credits
of the punch and sleep all lingering on the faces
Many
got broken arms twisted ankle and all sorts
Hmmm
once upon a time it was a wing yes a wing
That
can fly so high radiating beauty full of life
But
alas one day life becoming so uninteresting
Such a
broken wings
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