Tuesday, April 3, 2018

beaten dog

I didn't want to leave
my lover 
but I had to. 
She was a beaten bitch. 
I didn't want to 
accept it, 
didn't want to see it ---- 
but it's what was the 
Truth ...

Sometimes you can't deny
sometimes you have to Admit 
when a dog is a dog 
when a Girl is a dog
when a man is a dog
when a Woman is a dog.

My lover was beaten, 
her face beaten
her eyes beaten
her mouth beaten.

You think i did the beating? I didn't,
but my brothers did. The other men
did.
I didn't i didn't i DIDN'T!  
other men did,
plenty of them,
and they'll continue to beat her too.
If I am correct
they already are. 

So i had to run, and flee
to find freedoms she denied me. 
Freedoms her and her 
soon to be beaten children 
denied me.
I escaped into the mountains of Peru,
all over again,
winding down cool and slow
pure escape. 

I hate that beaten bitch,
i am sorry to say
i hate that whore
i am sad to say
but i 
must
say it 
anyways. 

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