Mural.ly for Domestic Violence

Letter to the Editor

Horry County Schools Early College High School

2050 Hwy. 501 E

Conway, SC 29526
September 19, 2013

Editor in Chief

The Sun News

Letter to the Editor

P.O. Box 406

Myrtle Beach, SC 29578

Dear Editor in Chief:

My name is Kirsten Presnell. I am a sophomore at Early College High School in Conway, SC.

I am writing to address the topic domestic violence.

Domestic Violence can be sexual, physical, or emotional abuse to someone’s partner. Domestic Violence should not be happening. This is a very strong topic and needs to be addressed very quickly. Many women and men get beaten to death because of the altercations between the couple. People in abusive situations within the relationship are not in control and feel as if they are stuck like a lost puppy not knowing where to go or what to do.

 The community should have homes so they can have help available. Every victim deserves someone that they can trust and turn to when things go awry. No one deserves to be put in difficult situations like domestic violence and they need help getting out of them, because after all it is not their fault that they are getting abused.

Thank you so much for your time. I appreciate your help and hope to hear from you soon.

Sincerely,

Kirsten Presnell

Narrative Poem

Kirsten Presnell

English 2- Block 4

Ms. McKoy

9 October 2013

Love is not Abuse

Sirens ringing in my ear,

Crawling out my eye is a red tear.

I reflected on what happened as medics were trying to save me,

I’m just glad that I got away from him and now I’m free.

There’s blood on my lip,

From that hard kick.

I remember all of the good times, I was his wife,

But he tried to take my life.

I needed to be loved but instead I was a victim of abuse,

And I was not amused.

He was PUNCHING and KICKING!

I was BRUISING and BLEEDING!

How could you beat someone you love?

I thought of that as he shoved.

The carpet burned like fire as I fell to the ground,

That was the hardest pound.

Blood drips from my head,

He just watches instead.

The paramedics try to heal me,

Maybe it’s just not meant to be.

He beat me as bad as a coyote would kill an animal,

I’m sure he broke my mandible.

I have been hurting on the inside as well as the outside for many years,

And of course I shed a lot of tears.

I do not deserve this treatment,

To everyone I met I tried to be sweet.

So many hard things I have been put through,

This is much worse than the flu.

Maybe God wants me in Heaven,

When he punched me I thought of that as I had fallen.

Sirens are ringing in my ear,

Crawling out of my eye is the last red tear.