She's a mother, a daughter, a sister a friend, She's not your Own! Rose’s Spoken Word Maybe if I just do as I was told, when I’m told, how I’m told; Cook, clean- I do all those things but maybe not good enough Otherwise I won’t be pacing to and fro, Biting nails, double checking everything before he comes home. --He’s HERE! And by just the turn of the key I knew tonight wasn’t a love making night He was Angry, Before I could say hello, Greet him with a smile, He flung the door shut and with the blink of an eye, His has were wrapped around my neck Screaming--- I don’t know what he’s saying But the daggers that shoot out of his mouth, Stab my soul It’s the emotional pain that hurts more So, with every whack of a spoon, And smash her face All I think of is how can I be his everything— His inner peace! After only SEVEN days of work, we have a working script that we were so happy to read out loud today. We were ...