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He Hit Me


He hit me

I went to hit back

But he hit me

I went to escape

And he hit me

   ** ** ** ** **

I moved in with him when I was sixteen

We were so happy together

Or so it would seem

One night I made dinner

And it was under-cooked

He said it didn’t smell nice

He didn’t like the way it looked

   ** ** ** ** **

He hit me

I went to hit back

But he hit me

I went to escape

And he hit me

   ** ** ** ** **

He was out pokering one night

That was the only night we didn’t fight

Without hesitation

I went to the train station

That was the best thing I ever did

But for the rest of my life

I hid

 

-E. Sophia. C

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