This really happened, So I wrote this poem for my much missed friend Crystal aka C-Rock may she R.I.P
I don't even know you and I wish you were dead,
How could you threaten the life of your girl as she layed in your bed,
She gave you everything she had,
But still you grew mad,
She had 3 abortions for you,
Because you said it was something that she had to do,
She even sold one of her kids on the street,
Because you said the money could be used to buy the things you need,
But still you beat her and made her feel low,
You called her names like sl** and h**,
Was that really the way you needed to treat her,
Who wants to be the wife of a women beater,
You locked her up and told her she couldn't make anymore phone calls,
She couldn't talk to her family and friends at all,
You beat her if she didnt cook or clean right,
You even managed to rape her at night,
Now your left feeling all alone,
Because she is now safe at a place she can call home,
You see now what you have done you've ripped her of her beauty, kindness, and pride,
And for that she took her own life,
She layed in your bed as she used the kitchen knife,
Next to her body was her note of suicide,
The note read....
" I loved you but you pushed me away,
I did anything you wanted me to everyday,
But still you beat me, raped me and called me horrible names,
Your so cold hearted you should feel ashamed,
You used to threaten my life as I layed in this bed,
It seems like you finally got what you wanted here I lay in yuor bed full of pain and threats dead."
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