HE HIT ME
poetry·@pasaift·
0.000 HBDHE HIT ME
 [Credit](https://thumbs.dreamstime.com/z/man-hitting-girl-black-color-silhouette-64883634.jpg) Hello all, @pasaift here. Was lost in thought today about sexual violence, I imagined a scenario where a lady was being violated, but decided to fight for herself instead of shying away. This has been put down in a poem/story like manner. hope you enjoy it. He hit me He hit me once He hit me twice Then it became a Habit He'd Use my head as a hammer He'd use my body as a punching bag He hit me so bad, I lost them My children, my light in darkness I was his slave I was his cook I was his whore I was his stress relief bag I lost my beauty Lost my dignity,my pride My esteem was lost as well My friends couldn't recognise me I was tired But I knew leaving wasn't an option Yet, I wanted total freedom And I had one choice only I planned carefully I waited patiently Until he lost his job And I found an opening I shot him Straight in the head And put the gun in his hand It was a perfect suicide I cried like a widow Yet laughed like a newly we'd No one suspected me I was the loving unfortunate wife But he was never dead He never was But he was in a vegetative state That worked for me And like a lunatic I took good care of him Laughed at him in camera But took care of him I was in love with my vegetative husband I was the loving wife Wife of the year One people looked up to And when one day he finally spoke "You shot me" He breathed his last, and I was crowned the poor loving wife One of the 50 most influential widows I think he wished he hadn't spoken Wished he never hit me Wished he never met me But the dead have no wishes, or do they? N/B: Vegetative = paralysed Men please stop female violence. It doesn't pay to hit a woman. Thanks for Reading,Remain Blessed  @pasaift