Treat me gently, please
He was Eight, she was Five,
They were young and alive,
They had love in their eyes
And a clear conscience,
He was fifteen, She was twelve,
Went off to high school,
He was so cool
Handsome and cool
But she was a fool,
Thought it’ll last forever.
He was nineteen, she just turned sixteen,
Sweet sixteen,
A sweet teen
Both still sweetened,
He was all big
Grown a little beard.
He was twenty-one, she was finally eighteen,
Too young for him
He was messing with the broads,
She was plain for him
Too tame for him.
He grew wild,
Changing women by the minute,
Tearing her heart over and over.
He was twenty-six, she was twenty-three
A grown-ass man,
Doing some shady business,
But she didn’t love him less
Bearing his bruises,
Thought they were love.
He turned thirty, she was twenty-seven,
Got a college degree
We thought, finally free.
Quite an independent woman,
She hides all her dark circles with makeup,
She acted shielded and stuck up,
But out of fear,
He was toxic but she didn’t hear.
Too blinded by love.
He was thirty-three, she was dead.
Suffered an injury to her head,
A concussion, a brain bleed
A broken rib puncturing an organ,
Lost a baby said the scan.
She was buried,
He lived
Too many lawyers to fight for his ‘justice’
He was thirty-four,
The court ruled him not guilty,
Found another woman
The blind system allowed it,
He did it all over again
Threw harder punches than the previous,
She died.
