Domestic Violence
By LaQuanda Whitfield
Lupus made me its lover
It is such the abusive type
Every time I want to go left
Lupus forces me to go right
When I make plans to chill with friends
Lupus says, "No, not tonight."
Lupus beat me up so badly that
You could tell, I lost the fight
Swollen hands and swollen knees
Bruises all over my arms and legs
The Doctor took one look at me,
"It's a wonder, you're not dead," Is what he said
Then he scratched his baffled head
And proceeded to up all of my meds
Sending me right back home to Lupus
Whom, was waiting by the bed
By LaQuanda Whitfield
Lupus made me its lover
It is such the abusive type
Every time I want to go left
Lupus forces me to go right
When I make plans to chill with friends
Lupus says, "No, not tonight."
Lupus beat me up so badly that
You could tell, I lost the fight
Swollen hands and swollen knees
Bruises all over my arms and legs
The Doctor took one look at me,
"It's a wonder, you're not dead," Is what he said
Then he scratched his baffled head
And proceeded to up all of my meds
Sending me right back home to Lupus
Whom, was waiting by the bed
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