A Battered Woman
By kybluejeans
A Battered Woman Whiskey smell upon his breath No kindness from his lips Suppers cold he let her know He just showed her with his fist It's her fault he tells her She wears scars upon her face Had she been a good wife Life would not be this way Look but not to deep inside The outside warm to touch Her kindness fills the outer walls Fear dances all around Then a memory of my childhood Where momma too was bruised Until one night she killed the Dad I never knew She never ever felt the pain Once Dad was gone I grew up and married Now I carry it on Written November 11th, 2001 © on Jan 04 2002 12:46 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"A Battered Woman..."