Bruises

Twenty-nine bruise in total,
It hurts for hours,
But a second did it take,
Shall I tell some one?
Would they care?
Can I tell them he cut off all my hair?
And the hair I hold upon my head,
Is nothing but a fake, ITS DEAD!
I don’t know what to do,
He beat me black and blue
I know the fate which is to become of me,
Two feet under or maybe three,
If I’m lucky I will stay alive,
Beating me is how he thrives,
OH GOD! I told he’s going to kill me,
My child to, I’m really scared,
I don’t now what to do,
Will you look after us?
PLEASE!! I’m begging you!!