Get off me!
Get off my back!
Stop this assault!
Stop this attack!
Stop kicking me!
Stop punching me in the face!
Get off me!
Give me some space!
Stop smothering me!
I need some air
Why do you hit me?
Don't you care?
Don't you understand?
That it hurts when you strike me with your hand
Look at me!
You see this bruise!
This comes from the fist
That you use
Look at this!
You see this scar!
This reminds you
That you went too far
Abuse
I've been thrown against the wall
A hand covers my mouth
That prevents me from making a call
Abuse
I have a black eye
Someone is choking me
I begin to cry
Abuse
To mistreat
To strike repeatedly
To beat
To hurt someone verbally and physically
Is abuse
I'm being precise with this rhyme
And not obtuse
Which is the opposite of precise
Love your neighbor
Act nice
Why do you use such language?
Why did you call me that name?
What did I do?
Why am I the blame?
What did I do for you to treat me this way?
What did I do?
What did I say?
These questions run through my mind
While I'm being abused and mistreated
I'm losing this battle
I'm almost defeated
I can't get away
The attacker won't let me go
Please recognize abuse
It's something that you need to know
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