Playing My Part

 

He…stood at the alter saying I do and…he did

Gave me a nice home, promised me kids                  

Good life to those looking from the outside

Although it came with a price tag on it…my pride

My sanity

My family

Nobody knew the type person he could be

See…he made love to me like no other men have

My prince charming standing at the end of a rose petal path

Made me laugh

Made me feel safe

Mornings I woke up with his arms around my waist…holding me

I grew use to that security

Until those precious arms became his fist

And…the laughing slowly switched…to fighting

The smallest thing I said was like igniting…a bomb

He was the one with the college degree so to him I was just dumb

The trophy wife, the future soccer mom

Basically the hole that made him cum

I was his everything

His freak when he needed me to be as well as the believer of his dreams

Don’t get me wrong he was the perfect provider

But just like he gave, I was the perfect rider

Gave up my dreams so his could be pacified

And all I got in return was black eyes…

Bruised ribs, dislocated shoulders

This was a war I couldn’t win and I grew tired of being a solider

So I packed my bags with intentions of leaving

He stood at the door begging and pleading

And I gave in…see he promised he wouldn’t do it again

But…he did

Hitting me over and over again

Damaged my body, destroyed my heart

Punished me for simply playing my part...

Reviews

[Masq]

Domestic violence often goes unreported and leaves it's victims physically, emotionally and mentally scarred for life! You painted such a vivid picture of a tragic situation. Very nicely penned!

[yo]

Stormy, you reign with this poem! Simply an ugly situation described beautifully!! Very captivating! Very Nice!

Gus O.

[StoryTailor]

Very touching. I like this a lot.