Sunday, October 16, 2016

Domestic Violence Created by Poetess Queen Francine Nedd Nov 2006

Domestic Violence
Created by Poetess Queen Francine Nedd
Nov 2006
Oh God, hear my prayer, my voice, my cry, my plea,
from the grave for the suffering people
of violence still alive behind me,
For my eyes are now closed, and sewn very tight,
because the man I love decided to kill me one night.
It all started out gradual then progressed very slow,
the longer I stayed
the violence began just to grow and grow.
It started as insults verbal, lowering my self-esteem,
I’d wondered to myself how he could be so mean.
It escalated to harsh beatings, bruises, and broken bones, to a degree I would often sit in the dark afraid and alone.
Ashamed of my face disfigured to such a degree,
and he’d convinced me that my suffering and bruises
were all because of me.
Afraid to call my family or the police on the phone
he told me if I did, he’d break my face and collarbone.
For almost any reason he use to beat me,
to much damage to the womb and I lost two babies,
maybe three.
Fed up and convince he truly had no love for me
I planned my escape and my chance to be free.
I just said this is enough I can’t take it no more
and I grab my coat and headed to the door.
He grab me by the hair, said you think you leaving me,
and he began beating my face until I could not see.
I was leaving that was it, I’d made my decision,
and I struggled harder and harder to repair my vision.
I was unable to reach across him to the wall phone
I stole the chance and I kneed him in the groin.
As he toppled over and we hit hard against the floor
I struggled to rise and headed for the door.
Surprised he was even able to grab my leg’s
as I fell he gave me two sharp blows to my head.
My head became groggy and very light
as I continued my fight to save my life.
The man I‘d married, loved for many years
was sealing my death and ignoring my tears.
Yes, my husband and I had a terrible and final fight;
the last I remember was a twist of a knife.
My husband not only took my life and the life of himself
but our newborn baby due on the twelfth
I lay next to him before we both took our last breath,
he said, I told you that this marriage would be until death.
My bodies in this casket as my family say’s goodbye to me, I am a victim of a crime of domestic cruelty.
Maybe this prayer may save the next couple,
and I hope too God it’s true,
because problems of domestic violence
can lead to your deaths too.
Lord there is such a great need for a healing,
when people are reacting in violence
without thinking or feeling
Domestic violence is violent no matter how big or small, violence is violence let’s put and end to it all
If its man against woman, or woman against man,
stop closing your eyes saving lives is the new plan.
To be seeing and not telling or a continued
victim in silence,
the toll is rising, put and end to
Domestic Violence