The Beating

Push me down
I'm on the ground
Laugh in my face
Queen Anne's lace
Roses, my only haven
You took the money i was savin
Gave it to a hooker as a tip
But not before buying some dip
You come home to a house
Quiet as a mouse
I'm cooking, oven hot
Dumped the water on me, burned a lot
You missed my stomach, thank God
You head to the bedroom for some Bod
The scent so strong
I sense something wrong
I grab my purse and out the door
Head back, forgot the keys on the floor
You head toward me
Anger is all i see
You push me down
I'm on the ground
With your foot, you start to stomp
I see a handle, its the mop
I grab it, to protect her and i
Then i see red and blue lights flash by
" OH MY GOD, HOW COULD YOU!", his yell
Then i hear the door bell
Yells at me to stand up
For my protection, i grab a cup
" I got a complaint for here."
" We're just fine, aren't we dear?"
I stare at the cop, not a word
" That's absurd."
The cop grabs my arm, out the door
" But......I......theres more!."
I sit in the front seat
Our eyes meet
Trying to change the subject,"Your car has a small leak."
He stares, I say "7 months in a week."