I wrote this poem
To honor the memory of
A very special friend of my cousin's sons
Girlfriend and any other person
Who thinks this is real love to let
Them control their lives and abused
Their bodies and mind!!
This is not Love....
Gives her roses
Every day
Arrives home late every
Night
Reveals he loves her
And
She believes and accepts, that
This is the way true love
Is
He tormented and mistreated
Her every day
She thought
She was worthy of oppress.
For his expressing his love
For her
She has no mind of her own
For he related to her that she
Is not worthy of a better
Life.
And you are not qualified to
Be the mother of my kids
Her sister advised her to
Leave him
But
She always covers up for him
He’s just stressed out from
Work.
And he needs to release some
Stress
So he abused me
This Way
For that’s the way
He expresses his love
For me.
But he brings me
Roses
Every day when he
Arrives home
From work
He
Arrived home one day and he
Was highly stressed
So he
Revealed
His
Love for her.
And now he takes roses
To her
Grave