Maybe someday the truth will come out
but as of now, I will have to forgive
when he is six feet under a tree
somewhere in the depths of hell.
You beat her til she bled
all in her depressed state of mind
something she even couldn’t sort out
in her defenseless soul;
my heart breaks and it swells.
You cheated and you came
into other women;
on the front pages
I saw pictures of evidence
and heard phone conversations at night…
all under the guise that you
were fighting an uphill battle in your so called plight.
She scratches her body
in anxiety and depression
all because of a man
and his sickly oppression.
You make me sick to look at
and I rot in my soul;
the energy you steal from us is
comparable to dark black holes.
I slapped you good and hard one day
sending you backwards into the stairs;
bet you didn’t see that coming,
I hate your heart
and you have run out of luck.
My love for you stops here.
you are well deserved.
You will reap what you’ve sown;
and you will be served.
Karma is a bitch
and I needn’t stick around
to see the repercussions
of your actions and behavior…
for you my dear,
are nothing but hellbound.
You sit back and think it away.
I assure you that it is not okay.
Dear one, you will not have your way.
I will rise.
I will rebel.
I will speak.
And we will have our day.