What They See vs. What I See

A killer is what the kids call me

A murderer is all they see

But they really don't see

How he raped and beat me

They don't see the tears

The weaps and bruises

The staples and stitches

The iron marks

The studs stuck in my back

Or the spots of burned skin

They didn't feel the frying pan

The knifes being thrown at me

The boiling hot water thrown on me

the iron sizzling on my arm

The belt being hammered into my back

Or the torture of so much more

All they see is a murderer

They don't see how it was self-defense

They don't see how I was looking for a way out

I didn't kill him purposely

All I did was retalliate

Why does everyone feel so much hate

I am not a murderer or killer

Just a battered woman who fought back