Dedicated to all the women and men who are victims of domestic violence.
It’s been years since the nightmare of you,
But I wonder if you still do what you do?
Do you still get off on the terror you instill?
In the helpless victim who is at your whim or will?
I was so young and thought I was grown.
I wanted to be married and out on my own.
Well, I got my wish and I grew up fast,
The day you placed the gun to my head and said it would be my last.
I could tell by your dead eyes you meant what you said.
Even now, thirty years later, I’m surprised I’m not dead.
I didn’t know enough yet, to keep my mouth shut,
I yelled right back at you and got in the truck,
I ran for my life that day, with you close behind.
My eyes streaming tears, I searched for my parents; my kind.
I knew you wouldn’t hurt me in front of them yet.
The coward inside of you was still too big, on that my life I bet.
That was the killing shot to our marriage that day.
I knew I had to move, to get away.
If I wanted my child and myself to survive,
I’d have to slip away from you somehow, to keep us alive.
I endured far more than what is in this short poem,
But I want to encourage others in danger to find a safe home.
Those men do not love you. They only wish to humiliate and control.
They won’t stop, no matter how many times they say, it’s just hot winds that they blow.
Seek safety my sisters. Please do not stay.
Far too many of us do not get away.
For each one we bury, I pray we save two more.
We must stop this sick violence. They are monsters to the core.
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