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BLACK AND BLUE
Contributed by
markwells
on
Wednesday, 10th July 2002 @ 11:05:24 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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BLACK AND BLUE
He hates me and the clothes I wear,
He shouts and pulls at my shinny hair.
Tea on the plate, beer on the table,
My life is hell and I’m disabled.
My hobbies are gone and my nick-knacks too,
If I’m seen near them he’ll hit me black and blue.
On my own locked between four walls,
I can’t even answer when my friends knock or call.
I think about freeing my lonely soul,
All this misery has taken its toll.
But I am week and can’t end my hell,
Locked away in a shattered shell.
Please control your anger; control your fists,
Remember the first time we met and kissed.
I
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markwells
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2002-07-10 23:05:24]
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Re: BLACK AND BLUE
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by Jackee_line on
Tuesday, 29th October 2002 @ 03:29:03 AM AEST
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this poems sends chills up and down my spine, well done, it takes me back when......
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Re: BLACK AND BLUE
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by viki on
Monday, 16th February 2004 @ 07:38:47 PM AEST
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| I really enjoyed your poem. I can relate. I have a similar poem titled Once a Little Girl. I am only 19 but know what it is like to go to work or school black and blue, and I have hid it and even lied for him in court. |
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