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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