Hidden Years

For four years of my life i pretended to be a trophy wife. I hide the bruises, i hide the late night rapes. Tall light skin, a well known business man that could have any woman he wanted, but he choose me. February 14th we had our son. I thought that would change him, but the beatings got worse. Brown skin, long hair, well educated. A woman who always strived for greatness. A woman who wanted her family to never part. Would do anything to keep her family together, even take a hit.People look at me they think I'm perfect, they believe i have everything. Looks are deceiving. I would never want a person to walk in my shoes.