Dress

The words of disgust that spat out his mouth,

The thoughts and ridiculous plots she schemed without count

Of how many attempts against him she would act,

But the courage she mustered, she still did some lack.

He addressed her with aggress and depressed her with oppress

And demeaned her by the means of a dress.

She was a woman, which was all he had to know

Until she finally, distressed, hung her head low.

The money for the funeral, he certainly did lend,

But he didn't even have the decency to attend.

Another wife, a new girl, a slave he did find

To choke up her freedom and keep her confined,

Locked up in the house, her bruises hidden away.

He wakes up, smells coffee, it's just another day.