I'm Joleen,I live, I breathe,beyond that,
this universe is my wheelchair. Today,
and tomorrow exists outside of me.
I cannot respond nor indicate how I feel.
I'm stranded, all because of the violence
inflicted upon me by a cruel sadistic man
who, proclaimed too love me. His blows
to my head and chest destroyed me. His feet
pummeled me as I curled up on the ground.
I'm Joleen,I live and breathe, one day perhaps
I'll know my baby boy again. Meantime my
mum,she'll make sure he's looked after
until then,think constantly of me.
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