UNDER THE BUS

Under the bus
You’ll find me there
Kicked to the curb
So meek, so scared.

I don’t know what
You want from me
Why do you like
To watch me bleed?

No self esteem
I stay with you
So damaged
Always black and blue

I can’t get up
You push me down
You tell me not
To make a sound.

A blackened eye
A broken knee
I’m begging you
Repeating, PLEASE!

Too many shots
Too many beers
I’ve got to get
Away from here.

Someone please
Call 911
I can’t escape
No chance to run.

No place to go
I need some help
Can’t make it out
All by myself.
.
The cruelty
Blantant abuse
Can’t make him stop
There’s just no use.

I pray to God
Try to believe
That I will find
A way to leave.

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Image from Google Images: drawception.com

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SONG: NOWHERE TO RUN. by Martha Reeves and the Vandellas

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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