Battered Blues

When my baby hit me, he blackened both my eyes.
When my baby hit me, he blackened both my eyes.
Got me wearing dark sunglasses, beneath these cloudy skies.

Said he’d never lay a hand on me, yet this is what he’s done.
Said he’d never lay a hand on me, yet this is what he’s done.
Thought he’d lay off when the doctor said I’m carrying his son.

His body goes ballistic he explodes in purple rage.
His body goes ballistic he explodes in purple rage.
then he showers me with presents, the presents build a cage

Tonight he’ll bring me roses red and love me slow and deep.
Tonight he’ll bring me roses red and love me slow and deep,
but the rod he puts inside me, has sown its final seed

I’m visiting my sister soon she’s giving me a gun.
I’m visiting my sister soon she’s giving me a gun.
I’ll make his boy a bastard. No, he’ll never know his son.

Brenda Warren 2012

NaPoWriMo 5

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12 thoughts on “Battered Blues

  1. Brenda, this has hit on an all too common problem in all societies. I kind of like that she took revenge in the end. I know that is not the correct thing to think, but… people who are abused lose their self-esteem and self-worth. It is heartbreaking. I have a good friend of many years that this happened to. Thanks for writing this.

    Pamela

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  2. Brenda, I could hear this being sung in some darkish saloon. You need to record this with minor guitar chords in the background! I like what you did with the prompt.

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  3. You nailed the prompt with Battered Blues, Brenda!

    A young woman my daughter went to high school with was horrifically murdered, beaten to death by her boyfriend, last month. Our community is reeling from the brutality.

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    • I’m so sorry. I had a high school boyfriend who battered me. If I saw him today, I’d still panic. It isn’t until it goes as far as murder that the community gets involved. It is such a hidden crime. May the crime give others the courage to leave untenable circumstances. Thank you for sharing, Marianne.

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    • I agree, Becca, this piece is definitely a surface treatment of abuse. There are many reasons people stay in those relationships, very few take the route of the narrator in Battered Blues, and some do leave. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.

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