THE LOVE OF MY LIFE
My pillow now thinks that crying is my hobby
Cos it always does the job of soaking my tears and this time it was really angry cause it had not dried up from the last time I cried.
And there I was again headed for bed to grab the pillow.
This time it came with bruises. Blood accompanied the water that fell from my eyes.
He hit me , again and again repeatedly like a track put on repeat.
While other marriages boasted of love bites
Mine was filled with hate fights
Wait sorry, did I say fight?
They weren't technically fights
Cause I couldn't fight back
While he broke my bones
And pounded my back
It was more of a beat down
Marriage was supposed to be my fairytale
Little did I know that "I do" is a short form for "I'm doomed "
You could call me a drum-bag
Cause he beat me like a drum
And punched me like a punching bag
Marriage was supposed to be my dream come true
Not a nightmare that would make me pray for the night to be through
So I would wake up
Sure there was make up, it helped in covering the bruises
But I could never find one that could cover the bruises and wounds that had become my heart
The worst part was that people told me it was my fault
That I must be doing something wrong to always get that result
You see I lived in a community where if I left my husband
Gossips would.....well gossip
Tongues would wag
So my mother told me to stay put that it can't be that bad
That we lived in a society where our husbands were the only identity we had
One day, the so called love of my life who banged my head against the floor like a basket ball
Came home drunk
As I looked into his eyes it was like I was staring into the soul less windows of a demon
He chased and caught me.. For him it was fun
Like predator and prey
I knew I was done for,all I could do was pray
That day a wife beater became a murderer
The story became different from "he just hit her "
Now he's in jail and my mom is full of sorrow and bitter
I knew marriage was for better or worse
But I wish mine had been more of better
Michelle Reeves