HE USED TO HIT HER IF LIFE DIDN’T GO AS HE PLANNED.
HE USED TO LOVE HAVING SEX WITH HER.
HE USED TO LOVE TO GET HER PREGNANT WITH HIS DAUGHTERS HOPING FOR A BOY AND SIX DAUGHTERS AND FOUR ABORTIONS LATER HE REALIZED HE DIDN’T WANT HER.
HE DIDN’T WANT HIS DAUGHTER’S MOM.
HE DIDN’T WANT THEM TO BE A HAPPY FAMILY TOGETHER.
HE DIDN’T WANT TO WORK THINGS OUT.
HE WANTED TO HAVE HIS WIFE.
HE USED TO HIT HER UNTIL HE WOULD SEE THE BLOOD SECRETEING FROM HER LIPS
HE USED TO LOVE ME….
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Sad poem Christina, your pain is felt with every word in this discriptive poem. Siya_! !