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I Tried To Warn Her
I tried to warn her
there's no love in a man
showing love with his hands
by beating on her,
But she always said
it was her fault
for causing him drama.
Sadly, I knew
those claims had no honor
like the man she chose
to give forever.
But those lies
are what gave her demise
foundational architecture
until she became entangled
in the web of self hate
that she wove;
choosing to love him
while her he chose to loathe.
For every single cut
and every fresh bruise,
her imagination brought forth
some deceptive excuse
to tell her neighbors, relatives,
co-workers, and cops
who simply wanted the truth
so they could help cause
the abuse to stop.
Eve said that love is blind,
but even Stevie Wonder
could see that she
would be dead with time.
The question is,
why couldn't she?
She could've been free,
but she chose not to flee.
She made herself a slave
to his every dollar bill.
It seems whatever he'd spend
she'd bend to his will.
Everyone around her knew.
They could tell
from the marks on her
that were colored with hues
of black, dark red, and blue;
marks that forever tarnished
all the beauty she once had.
Yet, she lived in denial
that she was her man's
personal punching bag,
bearing the brunt
of his brutality.
But to us,
It's not a surprise
who made her demise
a tragic reality.
All she can do from the grave
is warn other women
against her prior position.
To her, the warning was given.
Be it witnessed by the living,
the fate of those
who don't listen.
And I tried to warn her:
there's no love in a man
showing love with his hands
by beating on her.
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