Call it a Lateral Move

“The Lord helps those who help themselves.”
That's what they always say in church,
And she's become convinced of that.  She
Told her pastor and her parents.  She once
Even called the cops when he had gotten
Rough with her.  The bruises and the twisted
Joints, the finger marks upon her cheeks;
Nobody seemed to give a damn.  “Obey
Your man and ask yourself if you've done
Something to deserve the way that he has
Treated you.”  She did ask.  She'd done
Nothing wrong, so she resolved to help
Herself.  Her brother blithely lent his
Gun.  “You know, you ought to buy your
Own.  A woman should protect herself.”
“I guess you're right,” she said and left.
The next time that that man of hers grew
Angry and came after her, she shot him
Three times in the chest.  He died,
Of course.  She looked at him.  There was
No point to try to run.  They'd find her.
She would go to jail.  She laughed a little
At that thought.  How much worse could
The place they'd send her be than where
She'd been?

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-09-21 at 18:05

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