The Fire.

Aimed at domestic violence, this creation does not attempt to influence anybody on the basis of the protagonist's ways of seeking justice. The poem does not intend to inspire.

Daddy gave me away with love in his heart

Don't hear from him anymore, with my world falling apart.

My wedding was beautiful with white lillies and roses

God, you promised me another door if the first one closes

But i don't see it, with my good eye, the left one

I begged him to stop, or he would've left me none

Thinking of my pretty past, I lie awake at night 

When i had the luxuries of gardens, picnics and kites

How does sunshine feel, how do old books smell

He doesn't let me out of the house, keeps me close to hell

He promised my mom that we'd live a life filled with love

He broke her heart, but she can't say much from above

I should've known how to keep his beers cold

Should've cleaned his room the second he had told

Never should've complained about that other woman

I made mistakes too, like marrying that cruel human.

I won't clean my blood off the kitchen floor tonight

Or he might falsely think that I'm strong enough to fight

He'll hurt my head again or worse, iron my thighs

So, to make the pain go away faster, ill just close my eyes

He's thinks i don't deserve love, and that I'm just a slave

That his lack of decency hasn't actually made me brave

And so while i hide in his closet this moon lit night

I demand to let him know when things are wrong and right

He's going to look so handsome, when the cops find us tomorrow

Burnt body like mine, in the fire, dagger in his stomach and a heart full of sorrow.