The Woman Replies
"Sit down"
he screams
"shut up"
he screams
The voice piercing the night sky
The voice, that was once loved,
is now the definition of hatred
and loating
and abuse.
"Why"
she cries
"Why me"
she cries.
He screams.
She cries.
He hits.
She breaks.
"Justice"
she cries.
"Goodbye"
she whispers.
This poem is about:
Our world