A Poem about domestic violence
Written by Vivian Ennis 11/02/01
Where can I run?
I no longer feel warmth of the sun
so numb can’t feel the breezy air
blowing through my hair
I am stuck right here
in this house of fear
He is in the other room
I can’t leave too soon
Waiting for the right moment
to even get a drink
No family to turn to
my skin is bruised pink
He pounds my body very hard with a closed fist
and takes a hold of my arm that he now twist
mentally changed from the abuse at hand
this man is real sick I can’t take a stand
Where do I go got know where to hide
This is a man filled up with false pride
I wait till he leaves each day for his work
And feel in my mind that he still lurks
Threats to my body if I make a move
Fear and confinement what does he need to prove
so day after day I sit all alone
Sacred to death that this place is my home