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Dwelling and dwelling
Will get you nowhere
Hiding that eye that is swelling
Crying down the stairs
He will come back to say sorry
He didn’t mean to hit and yell
That You shouldn’t fear or worry
That next time he will
He reminds you of the children you share
And of what would happen to him
And that you are not being fair
To yourself or them
Now Next time is here
Your screams are filling the building
You’re lying with broken ribs and tears
And a forever scarred hurting children
If for the kids you are staying
And that you are afraid they’ll fall
Have faith in that saying
God will take care of all
Look at all the flocks
The cattle and herds
Ants beneath the rocks
And you will believe His words
He will give the one in need
You shouldn’t stay any longer
Your cubs He will feed
And He will make them stronger
Sometimes you just have to pack and leave
No hugs no kisses no bye
Sounds hard but just believe
And stand up and try
Don’t hide between the lines
For help you should directly ask
Although they can see the signs
They wear the ignorance mask
Some can’t or won’t reach out
Independence they do claim
Some are filled with pain and doubt
Some trapped in fear and shame
We used to help and care
And look out for one another
Now the neighbor’s hardship affair
became a bother
For a funeral they spent twelve million
And more on bombs
A wedding that did cost a billion
And dollar for single moms
Survival of the fittest is now the law
And it is all what I am seeing
But that is for creatures of the claw
Not for us human beings
No more ties in families
And humanity is on a shelf
Broken maimed societies
You only fend for yourself
Corrupted presidents and religion’s scholars
Rich men of communism and capitalism systems
Predators enslaved by dollars
And we are their victims
©FAT 2014
if you see the signs try to help. most victims needs guidance you can give domestic violence help groups numbers and flyers to victims in private or leave them in obvious places where they can see them.
venomous scribbles 
I got out of an abusive relationship about a year ago, and this poem rings very true to the experience. “Pain, doubt, fear, and shame” are all very real emotions that I have gone through, and still battle to overcome every day. My heart goes out to you for writing this, and for the advice you shared at the bottom ♥ Love, Serena….
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This poem deeply resonates within me, Thank you
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there is no right answer to that but hugs.
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Thank you on so many levels.
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thank you for the kind words and taking the time to read
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Excellent poem… I love the way you addressed to the woman who has been the victim here (talking to her as “You”). I appreciate your engagement with this raw topic. And I really think that these verses speak out loud:
“Survival of the fittest is now the law
And it is all what I am seeing
But it is for the creatures of the claw
And we are human beings”
All the best, Fais… Have a great week ahead. Aquileana 😀
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Thank you dear means alot to me that you liked it, have a lovely week as lovely as ur sweetness, how come I didn’t get a virtual hug this time :-p
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