Blackened Blues
How did we fall apart?
I loved you with my whole heart
Then one day by surprise
Your fist met my eyes
It left me wondering what did I do?
What did I do to anger you?
I cooked your meals just right
But I guess it wasn’t to your liking
Now I'm cleaning it off the floor
Because we've been in here fighting
Living under your thumb
Constantly makes me feel numb
You always yell if things don’t go your way
And when I pack my bags to leave
You always find ways to make me stay
Being locked up in this house all day is really getting to me
Love ain’t supposed to feel this way
So how can I break free?
I’ve had enough of the yelling and fighting
And you constantly being in control
Our flame of love is gone
Because our love has grown old and cold
Tell me why do you hit me?
When you’re only supposed to love me
I was a gift for you to love
But you got me going through World War Three
Like Jennifer Lopez, I’ve had enough
Enough of this kind of love
You treat me like garbage that has no use
Me and my life are too precious to take this kind of abuse
My love is too sacred for you to continue to misuse
Some women don’t survive
And some make it out alive
I guess you thought it was fun
Holding me hostage with a gun
I’m sick and tired of being black and blue
From these hands of you
So I’m packing my bags and leaving
‘Cause I’m fed up with your abuse
About this poem
This poem is in honor of domestic violence awareness month. It chronicles some of the domestic violence situations that women may have gone through.
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Written on October 26, 2022
Submitted by Keisha_Porcher on October 27, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | A A B B C C X D X D E E F X F G F G D X X X G G H G X H I I X J J K K C C D I |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,407 |
Words | 323 |
Stanzas | 39 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
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