Greenpeace says that when the harpoon hits the female sperm whale
She screams like a human female,
Bob Marley say, “No, woman, don’t cry,”
But they cry all the time.
I’ve seen it too much,
Mens that punch
Like your face was a wall,
Like your neck is a wire,
And they’ll call you a bitch
When they’re a lair,
Wanna talk about wolves?!—
You’ll see a fierce green fire.
Because she’ll cry because she can’t afford for you to go to jail again
And you call yourself a fucking man
When the baby’s starving.
He’d drop $70.00 on some FILA shoes, call it providing
Can’t breathe through your own damn nose because the EMT’s suppose
It’s broken.
Your blood congeals in a puddle on the floor,
Keep glancing at the door,
Afraid he’ll come through it with a gun,
“It was the neighbors that called 911!”
How many times does he have to break your face until you’re not pretty anymore?
And what’s he doing to the children when you’re not around?
Better off alone.
Better off poor.
Better off gay.
Better off pressing charges.
Getting the restraining order.
Better to pull a Thelma & Louise
Be the last thing he’ll ever break and head towards the boarder.
Instead of cleaning up his mess up again.
What will it be next time?
What will it be next time?
Girl, why you got a generalized anxiety disorder?
His steps was like a T-Rex,
I gauged my movements around snores and key jangles…
Girl, why you apologize so much?
Why you speak so hushed?
Why you look so rushed?
Why you balk at my touch?
Why you so sad when you grin?
Why do you go back to him?
Then she say:
He’s family, treats me better than I’ve ever known, besides I got nowhere and no one else to go to.
He feeds me, clothes me, pays my bills, and when this place ain’t a warzone, you know…
…it’s home.
The cop gestures with his flashlight, she’s decorated the wall with a cursive ‘LOVE,’
“Which one is of him?”
“God, they’re all of him,” I look at her bloody, in a hunch, “and he did all that
with just one punch.”
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