Abusing Women

Picture This (I think you can...)

And so he pretends to be your lover,
'Til his subliminal rage takes over.

Anger and resentment builds, blinding him,
His anger is bright and his wits are dimmed..

He blames you for his own ineptitude,
Resorting to brutal acts and language crude,

And suddenly you become his victim,
Used, battered, abused and accused by him,

You protest and he becomes more irate,
He says women lie and he's filled with hate!

Where you needed love, the back of his hand
Is what you get, so run while you still can!

You do not dare follow where he has led,
For if you cannot run, you'll wind up dead!

by Karl Stuart Kline

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Sylva Portoian (11/4/2011 3: 39: 00 PM) Please read this poem It respires from Black Skin But from a real White Heart Forwarded to The White House Those who respect the Criminals And neglect Innocent races Who Can't possess guns And never like to kill... Who can't protect them selves From Scavengers Those slayers have countless Hidden scimitars...
In another place The heading says 'The White House'
This is one of the best English poems That inspired me to write... Why it is ignored on this site..? No comments No Cry... No praise I can't understand, why...! I say to Claude, ' Don't keep Your heart Inviolate The people neglect your pure heart They vote for others Who said to be famous But after I read your stanzas I felt readers are unfair Lost sense To understand your mind...!