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Domestically Dysfunctional DynamicsA Poem from the novel "The Essence of Poetry II:Gerald's Sophomore Yet Grown Poetrybook" Written by: Gerald L. Ingraham --------------------------------------------- She was once a reporter from Wallstreet And a lovely lady who fell for the wrong man. The chemistry seemed to be nothing of deceit Before he become one who depends on the beer can. He was accomplished firefighter Who lived in the infamous Brooklyn. He met her at a Ground Zero all nighter After she'd interviewed him, she was still looking. Time passed to a sunrise in the dawn, He finally approached her again. The discourse off camera was rather fun And they had planned a date at the end. They cohabitted each other by vacation. They made time to be together Until one night became their biggest occasion, He had proposed to live with her forever. The numptials were extraordinarily great And she became pregnant on the honeymoon. They moved to Los Angeles for his job to compense Him for his labor to support the family he'd have soon. Eventually, she had quit her career To raise four children, to cook, and to clean. Each night, she would shed a silent tear, Because she forfeited her dream for a domestic routine. She saw life as if it was a trade for love, But he didn't, he was deep into misery. More money for the family was all he'd thought of And obtaining it was his own little mystery. His job had a union which reduced his pay And he found himself drinking beer. As he had gotten intoxicated each day, He did it not in regret, but in fear. One evening, she cooked him dinner. He went home and he complained Until he smited her to make her surrender With apologies for making salty foods contained. It didn't end there. After she had apologized, He showed how much he didn't care And she saw it in his florid eyes. He grabbed her from behind, With his hands and arms around her waist. He walked her slowy with one thing in mind As they got to the bedroom from a half hour pace. She was too weak when she tried To fight him and screamed: No! But he refused to listen when she cried And told her to let it flow. He locked the door. Then, he smited her another time. He ripped off all her clothes as he ignored That what he was doing was a crime. He undressed himself and proceeded To rape his dearly loyal wife. Even after, she had apologized and pleaded. He didn't think about the rest of her life. For years, it was to prolong Until she told herself it was over And told him it has be a so long Unless he gets sober. She took the children, money, and house. The court settled in her favor for the divorce And he was no longer her spouse. The court was where they had their last discourse. Domestic violence is not the way... Please find the courage to speak up for yourself... There is always someone to listen to what you say... Wuth you, others shall be afraid to acquire help... Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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