Truth

A poem about truth

Truth



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ears ringing    vision blurry    eye swelling
I hear you talking        don’t know what you’re saying
but I hear
STUPID        BITCH

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I told you   
I want my dinner ready when I get home

"even though you’re home after ten-thirty
         when you get off at four"


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didn’t I tell you to keep those damn kids QUIET

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every time I turn around you on that goddamn phone
talking to your sister
mother
cousin
some damn body

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you know I ain’t wearing that damn shit
what’s wrong with you
stupid bitch

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bloody    nose        mouth
why you keep fucking with me
see what you made me do?


"you say you love me
but that can’t be the truth"