Saturday go away

Saturday , go away
don't show your face around here today
I can't take this any more
each time he comes
knocking
at my door

A foolish state of mind I'm in
each time I open the door
to let him in
The only colors that I know true
are the colors of
black
and blue

Futile to cover up
or hide
the bruises on my face
the hurt I carry
inside

Five years ago
the man that I knew then
was my husband
my lover
my friend
But without warning
It came to pass
he lost a good job
his ambitions were shattered
like glass

With no care for tomorrow
he started drinking to ease his sorrow
the many physical altercations
with no compromise no truce
the yelling and screaming
the verbal abuse

when Friday evening falls and the sun
begins to rise
Saturday is a day I've grown to
despise

He choose alcohol over me and decided
to leave his family

but today if he tries to hurt me again
Saturday is the day
I will bring this madness
to an end

I now sit in a court room trembling
as I wait
for the jury to return
after a long deliberate

my children are now wards of the state
I stand as the judge sentences
my fate

As the guards begin to escort me away
what the judge and jury
may never come to know

the man that I knew then , was dead a long
time ago

Excerpt from the poetry collection from the concrete jungle