by Birdie Houston
Friday, February 17, 2006
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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Looking in the mirror,
With black sunshades on,
Wondering how this happened...
Because this was so wrong,
Mr. Macho arrived Home Sweet Home,
At approximately 3:10,
Out of curiosity she asked...
Baby where you been?
Next thing she found herself,
Rising off the floor,
He wiped his forehead...landed a punch...
Asking would you like one more?
Grasping her purse, one choice was made,
Darling, I won't be played!
She grabbed her last $2.75 as she slid on black sunshades.
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|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
Abuse is defiantly wrong...
|Reviewed by Russ Okamura
|Powerful writing. You conveyed abuse masterfully in this poetic work.|
|Reviewed by Connie Hinnen Cook
|Well written dark poem with a hopeful ending.|
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|I'm so glad she grabbed her purse and walked away. Hope she had never looked back!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|A sad commentary on the models for relationships.
|Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*ģ
|Domestic violence is such a sad reality. I hope more and more people have the courage to get out of these bad relationships. And the perpetrators should be locked up in a mental institution. A very succinct "in your face" kinda write ... well done.
Love & Light,
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Been there !!
Big Hugs & Love!!