When he kills me…
Dear Presiding Justice, Police Officers, Senators, Legislators, Doctors, Clergy, Parish Members, Family and Friends:
I am a battered woman.
Do you remember me? I was your neighbor. I sat next to you in church every Sunday.
I was your patient in the emergency room. I was the woman who dialed 911 and begged for your help. I sat in your court room and pleaded with you to protect me and my children. I came before you and asked you to make laws to ensure our safety.
I was the loving young mother you noticed playing tag with some children in the park.
Do you remember me now?
I am writing this letter for I know that he will surely kill me and I don’t want to be forgotten. My advocate has promised to give you this letter if I should die.
I feel as though I should apologize. Maybe for not being a good enough person or for not readily admitting how my face was bruised or bones broken.
Maybe if I would have tried a little bit harder he wouldn’t have had to beat me.
Maybe if I was smarter I wouldn’t have fallen in love with someone like him.
Maybe if I was stronger I would have left sooner. But maybe, maybe if you would have helped me I would never have to write a letter like this.
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