The rain pours buckets that clean the streets,
the shower sprays water to beat the heat.
The water cleans my blood and bruises,
I tell him to stop but he refuses.
“Stupid,” “ugly,” are all I ever hear,
I pray to God for the end to be near.
Why do I allow this?
What does my psyche miss?
To stay when he hits, kicks, slaps and pushes,
and me just lying there as the blood gushes.
Sometimes I even want to die,
but all I can ever do is cry.
I hope someone saves me soon,
he gets off of work at noon.
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