In respect and memory of Nicole Simpson:
We did not share the social status
although it hardly matters,
we shared the bond of fear,
the charismatic husband;
perfection on the surface
beneath laid fires of hell.
Behind the scenes
of the Perfect Life
unexpected slaps
behind closed doors,
blackened eyes
and bloody nose
fruits of deadly
violence, spawned
of jealousy.
The questions people asked,
unanswered, unspeakable
who would understand?
You say to yourself,
"it must be my fault,
if I say the right thing,
do what he wants,
I won't get hurt.
I can't just leave.
What about the kids?"
Nicole, you lived your life
not in vain.
I watched on TV news
the wheels of justice
grind slowly to a halt.
Insidious, this
domestic violence,
the scars it leaves behind
bruised bodies,
broken souls
and you, Nicole
paid the ultimate price
It could have been me.
I am not giving up,Nicole,
your life was not in vain,
for the sake of our children's children
I must not give up
I will continue to tell our story.
Copyright(c)2001Quietness Israel
We did not share the social status
although it hardly matters,
we shared the bond of fear,
the charismatic husband;
perfection on the surface
beneath laid fires of hell.
Behind the scenes
of the Perfect Life
unexpected slaps
behind closed doors,
blackened eyes
and bloody nose
fruits of deadly
violence, spawned
of jealousy.
The questions people asked,
unanswered, unspeakable
who would understand?
You say to yourself,
"it must be my fault,
if I say the right thing,
do what he wants,
I won't get hurt.
I can't just leave.
What about the kids?"
Nicole, you lived your life
not in vain.
I watched on TV news
the wheels of justice
grind slowly to a halt.
Insidious, this
domestic violence,
the scars it leaves behind
bruised bodies,
broken souls
and you, Nicole
paid the ultimate price
It could have been me.
I am not giving up,Nicole,
your life was not in vain,
for the sake of our children's children
I must not give up
I will continue to tell our story.
Copyright(c)2001Quietness Israel


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