Tears in her eyes
Every morning,
Respect is gone,
All she wanted
Was to be appreciated
A simple thank you,
Or I love you,
From the lunch she prepared
Or the dinner she cooked
For you…
Hello, how was your day?
Things she wanted to hear,
But couldn’t ask,
Why? Due to the abuse
You gave day & day,
She was afraid…
Battered & Confused,
& Soulfully Abused.

Written By B.T.Y. In 2016


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