Not guilty m’lud after all
She was only a child small
So very young and naive,
Those days she now grieves.
Regular slaps with verbal abuse
Her mother with routine misuse
Would rule her life of pain
she’d get hit again and again.
Throughout her childhood confusion
As she didn’t know what she’d done,
To get the punishment severe
But she felt guilt through the tears.
The child assumed she was at fault
“why else would mother hit me?
I am such a bad girl really”
She thought I must do what I ought.
Now she lives with pain in her heart
Wondering just what actual part
Did she play in deserving a beating,
She was getting the devil’s meeting.
She grew up alongside the violence
As though it was a natural part of life
She matured, held the pain in silence
Her first male attacker was her strife.
He was like a beast he acted even worse
Attacking a woman who is weaker
Leaving her full of bruises is beyond verse
A brute not a man and a woman-hater.
Occasions of violent submission were hers
Ending a relationship through being raped,
A narcissistic sociopath was her curse
A sub-human who thought himself as great.
Inflicting the worse kind of cruel violence
Sent stabs of guilt pain and grief into her
She has a black hole in her heart once
She parted from the worse kind of raper.
II
The puzzle for me is how could he do so
Much violence to such a kind and caring soul?
She does not have a bad bone in her body
To take advantage this way, scum must he be.
The woman recognises the abuser is not aware
Of the damage he has done, he doesn’t care
He feels he has done nothing wrong, mistake!
This shows he is a psychopath on the make.
He is lucky to escape a possible life sentence
There is no excuse for rape, nor any defence,
It is on a similar level as murder in seriousness,
To carry on contacting his victim is senseless.
He has no regard nor love for his victim
For such a person is incapable of loving
Anyone but himself, my level of loathing
Says killing him would be too good for him.