Hypocrite

When a man hits you, my darling

Leave.

Don’t think about the money

You’re smart enough to make some on your own.

Don’t think about the love

Because what’s dead and cold is dead and cold

And there are more charming fish in the sea, 

So don’t settle for a low-life sushi.

Don’t think about the house, your clothes, the washing and drying machines

Materials will not make a family.

But think about your children, my darling.

Think about them in the way that I so often forget to think about you

And Brother

Think about who they will grow up to be

Think about how they will view love

And relationships

Think about it

Think about what you’re teaching your daughter to bare if you stay

To let a man hit her

To control her

To make her feel like she’ll never have another

Think about it, my darling, think about how your daugter would feel

having to cover up the bruises.

Think about it

Think about what you’re teaching your son to do if you stay

To control his women by force

To allow himself to be so frustrated

So self contemptful

So scared that he would take it out on another person’s body

Think about it, my darling, think about what your son would do

to a girl who never learned to leave.

Think about their children, my darling

Can you bare to be just another branch of the tree

Who wouldn’t leave?

I am sorry, my darling,

That I could never lead by example

That I chose a man who acted like a two year old

Who threw tantrums without knowing his own strength

And always aimed for the head.

I am so sorry, my darling,

That I am just another branch on the tree,

But I hope

That you realize that you are strong enough

To be the root

Of those who know how to leave.