How can you be a man
A real man wouldn't put his hands on me
He would use his hands to embrace me
The bruises I hide with make up
The pain I hide with a fake smile
But knowing all the while
That love shouldn't hurt physically
When you say you love me
I end up with a black eye
I deserve better than this
I deserve to be pampered not pounded on
I deserve to be loved and treated like the queen I am
As I pray to God he gives me a way out from this pain
And he gave me a message for you
My wannabe, sad excuse for a man
You reap what you sole and
What goes around comes around
Now I walk with my head held high
My eyes are no longer filled with tears
But with the faith to go on
kenya, i am sorry you have had to endure this pain. my heart goes out to you, and you are in my thoughts and prayers. god bless you, kenya!! love, and (((HUGS GALORE)), your friend, karen lynn. (more hugs)
intense and emotional...felt the pain throughout. been there...although mine was more emotional abuse than physical...(((HUGS))) to you for sharing. love, karla. :(
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I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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