A DOMESTIC VIOLENCE POEM FROM A VICTIM WHO WAS THEN MURDERED

THIS IS A POEM I FOUND IN A LITTLE SPIRAL NOTEBOOK  AT LISA'S HOME FOLLOWING THE FUNERAL.

MY LIFEIS LIKE A DEAD-END STREET
HAVING NO NEW ROADS TO TRY
MY ROAD IS FULL OF CHUCKHOLES
SEEMS I'M ALWAYS FALLING BEHIND

MAYBE SOMEDAY, THOUGH
MY  LIFE WILL CHANGE
MAYBE MEN WILL COME AND FIX MY ROAD
MAKE IT FREE OF ALL IT'S CHUCKHOLES

MAKE IT A HIGHWAY
OR AT LEAST LEAD TO OTHER ROADS
AND THEN MAYBE I CAN COME OUT
FIND A NEW ROAD
FOLLOW IT TO WHERE IT LEADS
AND WHO KNOWS
WHAT I MIGHT FIND-----
MAYBE A NEW LIFE, OR COULD IT BE
TO ANOTHER DEAD-END ROAD?

YOU NOTICE LISA WROTE"MAYBE "MEN" WILL COME AND FIX MY ROAD?"

MAYBE, BUT I THINK ITS GOING TO TAKE LOTS AND LOTS OF WOMEN, INVOLVED IN EVERYTHING FROM LAW ENFORCEMENT, SUPPORT, LEGISLATION AND JUDGES ON THE BENCH.  ESPECIALLY IN THE FIELD OF LEGISLATION, (ATTORNEYS), I'VE FOUND MANY WOMEN DISALLUSIONED AND GIVE UP CRIMINAL PROSECUTION.  DON'T DO IT, WE NEED YOU MOST TO BALANCE OUT THE SYSTEM.  THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE TO MANKIND.   (WOMENKIND)
MILLIE