Merry new year

Posted in Uncategorized on January 2, 2015 by loveshouldnothurt

Hi everyone today is another new day in a brand new year. How are the resolutions coming? This year I encourage you to stick to your resolutions and make them happen. Another thing I would love you to do is DO NOT LET LOVE HURT. Do have a love without hurts new year. Love you plenty muah.

What is love?

Posted in Uncategorized on September 25, 2014 by loveshouldnothurt

What is love? when you say I LOVE YOU what do you truly mean, when you hear I LOVE YOU what comes to your mind?

What makes you forsake all others and cling to only that person and if it becomes hurt full why do you stay?

Love should not make you less human or inferior, it should compliment, support, teach, heal, mend and not break.

Love does not have to hurt.

Back online

Posted in Uncategorized on September 18, 2014 by loveshouldnothurt

Sorry folks for being away for so long. I am back now and i promise we are going to have a great time. Stay tuned and get ready to take the mute of our mouths.

YOU SON OF MR. RUFUS

Posted in Uncategorized on August 12, 2012 by loveshouldnothurt

I was in an abusive relationship for 6 years. Do not ask me why I stayed because I still do not have the answer, but this poem is my way of letting young ladies know its not okay for a lover to physically, verbally and emotionally abuse you. It took a while but I eventually walked out of the relationship. If he abuses you while dating he will abuse you in marriage. Always remember, Love should not hurt.

 

YOU SON OF MR. RUFUS

When I think of  our time  together I  remember only  pain

The hurt and shame you inflicted I remember now and again.

I remember the harsh words, hard hits and of course the spite

I remember you ignoring me when I was a horrid sight

I remember how you choked me and dragged me in the dust

My only offense was loving you, you son of Mr. Rufus.

 

 

Yes, you brought me flowers and gave me  surprise dates

but these lasted for some hours at best they lasted days

Your jealousy, your temper,your selfishness and rage

were the things I put up with believing you would change

I loved you with everything but this love was just a curse

for I don’t know why I remained with you, Son of Mr. Rufus

 

The scars I hid under my clothes, the tears I shed each night

were signs enough to  make me leave and escape this deadly plight

but you always begged and promised that you’ll  turn a new leaf

you never changed, you became worse, my life was filled with grief

and you boldly told me all you did was simply just for Us

that when we marry I would see a new son of Mr. Rufus.

 
When I think of our days together I only think of pain

I remember you leaving me alone out  in the rain

though It took me a long while to rise and walk away

I am very glad I did , so glad I did not stay

I lost nothing by  leaving you, in fact it was your loss

for when I left,  I left behind the son of Mr. Rufus.

 

a poem by D. Ray

 

NOTE: Don’t stay in an abusive relationship.

 

I GOT FLOWERS TODAY( DEDICATED TO ALL BATTERED WOMEN)

Posted in Uncategorized on August 6, 2012 by loveshouldnothurt

I got flowers today!
It wasn’t my birthday or any other special day.
We had our first argument last night;
And he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt;
I know that he is sorry and didn’t mean to say the things he said;
Because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today.
It wasn’t our anniversary or any other special day.
Last night, he threw me into a wall and started to choke me.
It seemed like a nightmare.
I couldn’t believe that it was real.
I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over.
I know he must be sorry.
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today!
And it wasn’t Valentines Day or any other special day;
Last night he beat me and threatened to kill me;
Make-up and long sleeves didn’t hide the cuts and bruises this time;
I couldn’t go to work today because I didn’t want anyone to know—but I know he’s sorry;
Because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today!
And it wasn’t Mother’s Day or any other special day;
Last night he beat me again, and it was worse than all of the other times;
If I leave him, what will I do? How will I take care of the kids? What about money?
I’m afraid of him, but I’m too scared and dependent to leave him! But he must be sorry;
Because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today….
Today was a special day—it was the day of my funeral;
Last night he killed me;
If only I would have gathered the courage and strength to leave him;
I could have received help from the Women’s Shelter, but I didn’t ask for their help;
So I got flowers today—for the last time.

PAULETTE KELLY
(Picture courtesy of http://www.flowers.vg)