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About the Author: Deeznia is a young, aspiring writer from Africa. She is 23 years old and recently graduated college. She received her B.A. in Communication from the Daystar University which is located in Nairobi, Kenya.
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Ever since my four year-old daughter was born, the story has been the same
Evening would draw nigh and I’d dread his coming home
More often than not I thought about using the rope
But instead I found myself turning to small doses of dope
The days start with a bash on the head
Sometimes I sit and wish I were dead
All he ever does is put his hands on my neck
A few days ago, in a fit of rage threw me the video deck
I fear leaving because he will hunt me down
I’ve contemplated rising early and taking my daughter at dawn
Driving far into the distance where I’ll be alone
But I don’t want her to grow up without a father; so maybe I’ll leave when she’s grown
Last night he hit me with a baseball bat
I could have sworn I almost heard my ribs crack
I fell down and that’s when he began to kick
Dropping the bat, I took it and hit him back
Mom seldom pays us a visit
She requested me to leave him, that’s what she sees fit
But when I gather the courage, he hurts me then I get sick
I know my time here is little as the clock goes tick
I live like a slave bound to his every word
I prepare myself like an Asian warrior with his sword
I ensure there’s nothing he can use to hit with me in plain sight
Sometimes I wish the day didn’t have the night
I loathe and despise him for doing this to me
Forcing me to stay home and taking away my life
He never listens to anything I say, nor does he care about my fate
I just hope by the time I gather myself, it won’t be too late
