Before reading this poem please read 
"Spoken Word" by RyneishaB
http://www.originalpoetry.com/spoken-word_2


As his hands are around my neck I see through my protruding eyes the man I might lose my life to...

In the heat of the moment he shows me all he can do with his fists; as he unzips his pants I know this is not true bliss...

While hes saying sorry and begging me not to leave, its hard to remember that I can stand up and leave;
That I CAN fight back...

As he sends another blow to my face I realize my power is not in my beauty; my power is in my voice...

He doesnt charish my worth, and no he doesnt love me; but I love myself and thats all that really matters...

I tell him anyone who puts their hands on a woman doesnt deserve to be called a man;
I tell myself, hurry, get out while you can...

I run like the wind and leave that awful place, with nothing but the clothes on my body
and the bruises on my face...

But Im free...