The World We Live In A Poetry Book On Societal Issues Part 2

Veronica

The police reports have been finalized and sent to me,

I now have to appear in court for my domestic violence case.

My ex-boyfriend doesn’t want to deal with this at all,

Nor does he want to face me again as he’s told me through text.

I’m sorry for all that I’ve done but it doesn’t matter to him,

He just wants me to realize what I’ve done and there are consequences.

My actions trace back to my childhood of my parents and domestic violence,

My rich parents can’t keep me from being in a courtroom at this point.

Money does talk and I’m quite sure my dad can pull something off,

My parents are major contributors to the community we live in.

I’ve been fired from my job as the police report landed on my boss’s desk,

They couldn’t keep me because they felt I’m a threat to my co-workers.

My dad was outraged by it but that’s the company policies,

I signed my name and vowed not to get arrested for anything and I broke that contract.

My court case was quick and swift, I hired a good lawyer,

The judge gave me probation and I had to go to anger management classes.

Now I have a record, along with having to find a new job,

And somehow, I think my dad had something to do with the judge’s decision.

He won’t tell me and he probably never will,

I guess he doesn’t want me to think I can do it again.

I’m struggling to find a good job at this point,

Companies won’t hire a woman who has a record of assault and battery.

So I did what any other person would do, I worked for my parents,

I’d spend days going between their jobs to make some money.

It was hard work and a big lesson in handling situations,

But even still my parents couldn’t stand each other and argued a lot.

Then that ill-fated night came and my parents got into the ultimate fight,

No one was home to breakup the fight and things got violent.

My dad slapped my mother and threw her across the room,

He goes into the kitchen and picks up a knife and comes back.

He viciously stabs her and she’s soaking wet in blood,

She is screaming in agony of the pain inflicted by the butcher knife.

My dad flew into a rage that was totally unexplainable,

I start to think my dad blacked out and lost his mind.