Don’t Want Another Man

Domestic violence would take a back seat

On the viciousness I experienced at his feet

Never were there blows so fast and furious

There is no reason why they do this to us

We always stepped aside to dodged their blows

All their fury and gust and  who knows

Not once having done a deserving deed

To be so brutally battered like a herd in stampede

And then a blow that out my lights

No blow like this even in the worse of fights

One blow again and the water out

The tears were flowing but that was the only water about

He cut my communication, stopped my calls

Even destroyed the buildings, their roofs and walls

Ruins though not as bad as from Katrina, Ivan, David and Gilbert

More brutal siblings that wreaked havoc and cause greater hurt

And so I hope Tomas was last of Mother Nature’s plan

No more for me Barbados, I Don’t Want Another Man