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Dark Glasses
by Steve E Ralph

Friday, November 03, 2006
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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They say that he’s a wiz around the garden,


And flowers seem to grow on his command,


They say that he’s a genius in the kitchen.


He’s every woman’s perfect, ideal man,


 


I hear them tell my momma that he’s handsome,


And giggle does he wear you out in bed,


Momma doesn’t answer, she just blushes,


And talks about some other thing instead,


 


They see him in the street, and smiling sweetly,


He holds the door for them and tips his hat,


And they all say that my daddy is a kind man,


But momma knows another side to that,


 


For momma wears dark glasses when it’s cloudy,


And sounds a little nervous when she speaks,


Momma wears more makeup than she used to,


It hides the bruises there upon her cheeks,


 


She laughs and says “my god I’m getting clumsy”,


If any-ones suspicions should be raised,


Dad would smile and say, “they’ll think I beat you,


The amount of times you hurt yourself these days”,


 


But nobody could believe he’d ever do that,


This handsome man oozed charm from every pore,


But while he was out of town, or he was working,


My momma wasn’t clumsy anymore,


 


And it was only when my daddy came home drinking,


Or stress at work was more than he could bare,


That momma ever slipped while in the kitchen,


And accidentally hurt herself, somewhere,


 


So many nights I heard that big man crying,


Begging her forgiveness through his tears,


And like a fool my momma would forgive him,


And put powder on before the bruise appeared,


 


 


He’d say I only do it, cause I love you,


You know I’m only angry cause I care,


And every single time would be the last time,


He’d never raise his hand again he’d swear,


 


Time after time I begged my momma leave him,


Saying you don’t have to take all his abuse,


But even though she knew I’d never believe it,


Momma always made up some excuse,


 


She’d say she turned too fast, his elbow caught her,


And it was more her fault than it was his,


She’d say that he was sorry and he’d held her,


As if he could make it better with a kiss,


 


When I was twenty three I found them fighting,


I grabbed his wrist just as he raised his hand,


I pinned him to the wall and told him leave her,


“You hit her, and I’ll kill you where you stand”,


 


He looked at me so certain I would do it,


I told him “leave while you still have the chance”,


Though momma tried to stop him, he ignored her,


And left the house without a second glance,


 


Well that was five long years ago last April,


And we haven’t seen or heard of him since then,


Momma hasn’t worn a bruise in ages,


And I hear that daddy’s settled down again,


 


They say he’s still a genius in the kitchen,


And his garden is so beautifully arranged,


They say his new wife sometimes wears dark glasses,


It seems some people don’t know how to change,


 


 


By S.E.Ralph..


 


31-4-2002


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 

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Reviewed by jude forese 11/6/2006
physical and mental abuse are intolerable ... you've explored this theme quite well, Steve ...
Reviewed by Kay P Devenish 11/5/2006
This is a masterpiece Steve,you are genius and so sensitive to the pain of others.I loved this warm touching account of the cunning patterns domestic violence victims and their abusers follow.
Top class work Steve.
Best wishes always to you and yours
from
your friend
Kay.
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 11/3/2006
You touch on a sad, universal theme, Steve. Well done. Love and peace to you,

Regis
Reviewed by J M 11/3/2006
"He’d say I only do it, cause I love you,

You know I’m only angry cause I care,

And every single time would be the last time,

He’d never raise his hand again he’d swear,"

Untill the next drink again............
I wore these Dark Glasses for years, my son asked me to leave.
I finaly did. I thank God everyday I and my children left alive.

Bless you this needed to be written.
Joselyn
Reviewed by George Carroll 11/3/2006
These atrocious excuses for a men never change their ways and I wish they would throw the key away when they end up in jail.
Reviewed by Vesna Vanessa 11/3/2006
My sister ( the one still living is Aussie) wears dark glasses when it's cloudy..he STILL does his thing and she STILL finds excuses..some people never learn ..I even asked her why she stays..her reply is always the same.."It's too late anyway..soon we'll cross over so who cares.."
I am STILL in shock when I hear such words..what can I do?..
I pray and pray...
though I think my prayers haven't been heard to this day..

I wonder if they ever will
perhaps that's why I have taken up my quill..
to write of love that is REAL
and not the kind that makes one squeel
or writhe with pain
hoping it won't happen again
a slap ..a punch
hearing a bone crunch
and sobs that put the devil to shame
when will it end
this vile game...
when?


Thankyou for the above piece..it should be plastered on every bulletin board as a WARNING!!
Alas there's so much domestic violence!

Vesna



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