You yell at me and walk away
You slam the door while calling me names.
Dinner is burning, the dog is barking
This is my daily routine living in this place we call home.
I stick by your side and accept it all
Why you ask, The love I have for you could never diminish.
We share a bond that no one could break.
I have some news ... Baby, we're expecting!
Your hand is raised and it hit me.
Down I go to the floor; me, baby and all
I'm sorry. The love I have is gone and so am I.
My child is born. It's a boy.
You're locked in jail with only a picture
The boy is coping with life without you.
I'm getting married; leaving you to rot
My child shall not suffer without a father
You yelled at me, I accepted it. I love you and had your child.
Our life is over, I have another:
Me, my husband and your crippled child.
This poem was written in 1997 by Daphne Anderson. It is only fictional in that it does not depict her life but, Daphne felt compelled to share it in hopes of reminding you that verbal abuse is NOT okay!
For over a decade, Daphne has mentored young ladies, fostered relationships and been a strong support and resource for many who’ve confided in her.
If you are in need of help, please call 911 or contact the National Domestic Violence Hotline -
your life is worth saving!
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