A Poem Written for the Domestic Violence Tragedy of the NFL's Kansas City Chief's Linebacker, Jovan Belchr and His Girlfriend

The hands that once caressed my body 
you now fill them with resentment towards me.
The warm nights that were full of laughs and tickles,
is now greeted with yells and pain from your fists.
Nothing I do ever seems good enough for you now,
in the beginning, every little bit counted.
Look at our child, what do you see?
Fear, pain, love, hate, confused, later in life possibly self mutilation, a VICTIM!
What happened to yesterday morning?
You said you'd get some help.
What happened to yesterday late afternoon?
You sent me the most beautiful roses with a note that said,
I'M SORRY & I LOVE YOU, PLEASE FORGIVE ME.
What happened to last night after we made love and you held me tight?
You said you would stop drinking and getting so upset with me.
Let me tell you what happened?
IT WAS ALL A LIE!! 
The problem is, I can't tell anyone else that because,
shortly after we made love and you held me tight,
you suddenly became angry again and little did I know,
you had a gun under your pillow.
All of the questions I had for you about yesterday,
will NEVER be answered because now,
TODAY, my family mourns my death and our child  
is now without both of their parents, because not only 
did you take my life, you took yours too.
But again, the hands that once caressed my body
are no longer there because the same hands that were gentle
at one point communicated best with my body in the end
with a gun that laid both of us to eternal rest.
The cries I once had are no longer and hopefully now,
someone can live their life to fullest cause I lost mine.
My life is in Heaven now.




I was reading several articles in regards to this tragedy and I'm not here to blame either parties.  As an advocate and survivor of domestic violence, I am well aware of what all could've and should've been done to help prevent this.  NOT knowing how to see domestic violence warning signs in a potential partner could someday lead to YOUR death.  Not everyone makes it out ALIVE!  The poem I wrote is my overall take on domestic violence and the cycle that victims go through.  This poem was NOT written to give detailed accounts of what happened in this specific murder/suicide.  To me, BOTH of them became victims in the end, and now, their families have been charged by God and society to help all of us BREAK THE SILENCE OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE IN OUR COMMUNITIES.