Read Poetry: Knocking on Heaven’s Door, by Kathryn L. Scurry

Glass shattering, Fists flying
Cries echoing through the walls
Blood stains, Ice packs, hot baths,
Thirty 911 calls

Lie after lie, same song, he has control
Long shirts, make up, sunglasses
My eyes are swole

He once hit me so hard
I swore I saw God
So I reached out only to be struck again
By my King, My Homie, My Lover
He told me we’d be like Chucky
Till the end

I got tired of giving chance after chance
Looked him in the eyes and said…..No more!
I’m suppose to be your Queen, Your wife
Not your Bitch or your Whore,

Last time I was hanging in the balance
between the sky and the floor,
And that’s when I knew I had to leave
Because either me or him was
Knocking At Heavens Door.

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