Blood sprayed and splattered
Hands a flying
Eyes a’ crying….
An empty bathtub with unexpected violence…
From where I thought you loved me.
Now I’m all grown up and driving and crying…
Trying hard to understand why?
He slapped me silly and beat me bloody, all I ever wanted was for him to love me.
If I seem afraid, don’t you wonder why?
I’m still the same little girl, many years gone by.
I’ve seen the evil done to me and them,
Now I’m trying to let go of grief where there is no good thing in violence toward women and men.
He’d slap me silly and beat me bloody, all I ever wanted, was for him to love me.
© Kristin Pedderson