Violence

Oh, Father, I am dying, I cannot breathe
You taught me to never hit a woman
And I have followed that wise teaching,
But now dear Father I am frightened
I have scratches on my arms and face
Now she has her thumbs in my throat
I cannot breath and soon I will die
I am sorry Father! So very sorry.      
I must react or I will surely  die.
I throw my arms upwards a karate break.
Her hands tear clear, her face is shocked.
You hit me. I am bruised, I am bruised.
I am sorry Father, I had no choice
No choice at all.