Bang! bang! bang!
Open up! woman!
Open the freaking door you idiot
Remember
I own the pocket
That foots the rentals
That puts food on the table
That settle the bills
Open up!
Or I will break this door
And then crush every bit of your bone
Stupid woman!
You are putting my fragile temper on the edge here
I'm warning you for the last time
Open the damn door!
That's the monster I married
It's like this almost every day
He comes midnight
Drunk and wasted
With no a apparent reason
He beats me up like am some kind of a punching bag
These scars marked all over my skin
Are product of the works of his hands
Just yesterday he hit me on my mouth
And I lost a teeth
I am still nursing some pains down my stomach
Today I shall not open that door
I wish not for another dose of a beating
Let him chat with the crickets and owls
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