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It Was Like The Burning Bed
Poem About Domestic Abuse
It was like the burning bed. I’d had enough. “I’ll kill you if you beat me one more time.” I said.
He didn’t believe me. He grabbed ahold of my head, then beat me more as I bled.
Bloody and bruised, I packed up the kids ‘n we moved.
He found me everytime. He’d bring us home, beat me again to unwind.
Scared to death, I just stayed. Until one day I knew I had to be saved.
I’d been hit my last time. Pouring gasoline on the bed in his sleep. No more of his kind.
It was like the burning bed. Not a single tear I shed.
I placed the kids in the car. Never looking back, as the night drove us so far.
Away.
Away from the pain. Away from the beatings. He took so much from me, but he wasn’t taking my dignity.
The End…
*This is a fictional poem/story. If you are a victim of domestic violence please contact the National Domestic Violence Hotline 1-800-799-7233.*
*Inspired by the 1984 film ‘The Burning Bed’ with Farrah Fawcett*
🖤WritesbyTiffany
