A Poem about domestic violence
Written by Vivian Ennis 11/02/01
Puddles of blood
My face rubbed in the mud
Bearing a child
With a man that has gone wild
Fear at its best
Pain in my chest
Guts being kicked
Memories picked
Vaginal bleeding
The baby is needing
Delivery time
Produced from a crime
Delivery room
Crying till noon
Scared to death
Can’t catch another breath
Written by Vivian Ennis 11/02/01
This poem is about domestic violence physical harm that I broke away from over 38 yrs ago. If you are in any domestic violence please call the crisis hot line never let anyone harm you. When you let someone hit you they will escalate to a more dangerous level. Reach out and let someone know what is happening to you that will be the first way to stop what may be happening to you. You can live without them even if you think you cannot. Its gets easier the longer you are away from the suppression.