HE HIT ME

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Hello all, Hive account@pasaift here.
Was lost in thought today about sexual violence, I imagined a scenario where a lady was being violated, but decided to fight for herself instead of shying away. This has been put down in a poem/story like manner. hope you enjoy it.

He hit me
He hit me once
He hit me twice
Then it became a Habit

He'd Use my head as a hammer
He'd use my body as a punching bag
He hit me so bad, I lost them
My children, my light in darkness

I was his slave
I was his cook
I was his whore
I was his stress relief bag

I lost my beauty
Lost my dignity,my pride
My esteem was lost as well
My friends couldn't recognise me

I was tired
But I knew leaving wasn't an option
Yet, I wanted total freedom
And I had one choice only

I planned carefully
I waited patiently
Until he lost his job
And I found an opening

I shot him
Straight in the head
And put the gun in his hand
It was a perfect suicide

I cried like a widow
Yet laughed like a newly we'd
No one suspected me
I was the loving unfortunate wife

But he was never dead
He never was
But he was in a vegetative state
That worked for me

And like a lunatic
I took good care of him
Laughed at him in camera
But took care of him

I was in love with my vegetative husband
I was the loving wife
Wife of the year
One people looked up to

And when one day he finally spoke
"You shot me"
He breathed his last, and I was crowned the poor loving wife
One of the 50 most influential widows

I think he wished he hadn't spoken
Wished he never hit me
Wished he never met me
But the dead have no wishes, or do they?

N/B: Vegetative = paralysed
Men please stop female violence. It doesn't pay to hit a woman.
Thanks for Reading,Remain Blessed
Hive account@pasaift