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Samantha Howard

Samantha Howard

Samantha Howard

Slap for breakfast, kick for dinner and torture for lunch

And whenever she fell sick her medicine was a punch
Matilda’s growing life was beaten to death inside her womb
And Jack her husband almost beat her into an early tomb
Now her eyes see nothing as she stares into empty space
Terrible tests and tastes of hell left scary scars on her frightened face
Help had hated her hurting heart and unhappy life
And he decided to put her in sadness, sorrow, silence and strife
How would she dare to speak
Oh no she wouldn’t dare, not when his rage was at his peak
Why would she she open her mouth to tell Jack to stop
And risk pissing him off and having him uproot her life like an unwanted crop
Rains of abuse would shower her frail, feeble frame
Droughts of happiness plague her sad soul with pain.
*©Saint.spark*
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