A Cry For Help
I have known of feeling desperate with children on hips
Trying to get away from his over strong grip
From beating me down and breaking my jaw
I can’t stand the abuse, but I can’t call the law
He will kill me
I know he will
I never know if he is happy or mad or how he feels
He scares me to death.
I panic when he raises his voice.
I’m forced to stay.
I want to leave, but I don’t have a choice.
I do everything to love him.
I’m doing nothing wrong.
I never can satisfy him, it’s like I don’t belong.
I just want to go. I just want to get out.
But long as he’s alive, I’m stuck in this horror house.

New road, Right direction
Although I’m not perfect, I’m still striving.
My ambition, my goals got me driving my heart and
determination in me thriving.
The passion in me around as my life is arising.
I’m on the road and I know where I’m going.
My improvements and achievements
consistently showing my progress and
wisdom astoundingly growing, stepping out in faith, what’s lying ahead not knowing.
I struggle to focus, but stay en route blinded by my circumstances,
but I can see the truth.
I keep a steady pace being careful of delude.
Trying to maintain my positive attitude
I’m taking no detours. I know where they lead.
I continue my mission up this one way street.
I’m taking it slowly being cautions of speed.
Making sure the belt is buckled that’s attached to my seat.
I see security lights flashing so
I pull to the side and let chaos and madness pass me on.
I pull back on the road and continue to ride.
Resuming my position, proceeding with stride.
My confidence is certain, my mind is made up.
I remain pressing forward, no matter how tough,.
I must keep on pushing cause now isn’t enough.
Persistence, prevailing, being cautious of bumps.
How long is this road? I really don’t know.
But I will follow along where ever it goes.
Being careful of dead ends and suspicious of faces.
I press to move forward to reach the end of this road.

Victim No More
I will not be your victim. I will not hide my face.
I will not be your victim. I will not be disgraced.
I will not be your victim. I will not let you win.
I will not ne your victim. No never again.
I will not be your victim. You won’t beat me this time.
I will not be your victim. Cause victory is mine.
I will not be your victim. You can not have control.
I will not be your victim. You can not take my soul.
I will not be your victim. You think you ruined my life.
I will not be your victim. But now you better think twice.
I will not be your victim. You did what you did.
I will not be your victim cause I carried your kids.
I will not be your victim, you hurt me too much.
I will not be your victim and enough is enough.
Bio: NIGJA MCQUARLEY came from the hood and now “I am determined to get out and travel down another road and reach my goals.”
Motivation: "...Expression of feelings, I love to write about life experiences..." Nigja likes the feedback and attention when others read her work.