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guess who stepped in the room

Method man was playing when

that blow hit her face

she didn’t realize at first what hit her

until she looked up and saw the knuckles

attached to the hand

attached to the body

attached to the man…

The man who swore

he would love her forever

to have and to hold from this day forward

The same hands that caressed her face

The same hands that held her tight

as they lay in bed at night or

whenever she was down and

felt out of place

These where now his weapons of choice

whenever she disagreed or

opened up her voice in disagreement

with his point of view,

this kind of love was all he knew

She wasn’t allowed to think,

let alone speak equal opportunity my ass

this was not a democracy

She was made for his indulgence alone

his permanent play thing and

personal everything else;

cook, maid, sex slave

available at his beck and call

but this was not what she signed up for.

He didn’t hold up to his part of the plan

somewhere along the way

he became a changed man

He was a monster disguised in

good looks, cheap suits, and expensive cologne.

His entire being was an oxymoron

A complete and absolute contradiction like

silent screams that fall on deaf ears

with no one ever listening

Instead of handling with care

he now showed his love in hues of 

red, black and blue

bloody noses,

black eyes

busted lips

where often followed by

“baby I love you”

His “baby I’m sorry’s” and

his constant cries sounded like

a broken record of repeats, half-truths and lies.

His “baby please forgive me, without you I’ll die”,

the biggest lie he ever tried to sell and

no one would buy

It wasn’t himself he was killing

with each constant blow

It was the light in her eyes,

the love in her heart,

and the life in her soul

You see,

she politely obliged when he released his stress

She was his personal punching bag

in high heels and a dress

He tried to make up with flowers and material things

but none of that could heal the scars that remained

and permanently cemented themselves to the crumbling walls that love built

Cover-up, Loreal or Maybelline

couldn’t conceal the cracks in her spirit

or the bald spots in her head

Often crying herself to sleep

while he slept soundly in bed

Nothing could disguise the fear

in her eyes whenever he came near

Or the dread in her children’s eyes

as they watched in despair;

Helpless, hopeless, praying to a God

that never answered, wishing

that once just once today would be the day

that the Almighty heard her pleas

“Our Father, who art in Heaven

hollowed be thy name

why dear Father does he do this to me?

I promise I’ll be better

if you just take this devil away.”

He pounded and pounded until she finally let go

So tired from fighting,

so tired from saying no

She finally felt the Grace of the lord

enter her with ease

No more crying,

no more begging,

no more sobbing or pleas.

Her only sin was that she fell in love

with a man that had no idea

what it meant to truly love a woman.