P.O.W. in America (Prisoner of War - Domestic Violence)
For Immediate Release: 10/02/2000

This person I married, so loving and so kind
Had hidden intentions, I soon would find.
“I’ll love and cherish you for the rest of my life,

His promises of love, I fully believed
Later to realize, I had been deceived.
For after the beauty of our wedding bliss.
Started my life of pain and hurtfulness.

I didn’t understand him calling me bad names
The man I married and this one, couldn’t be the same.
With our future unfolding I didn’t have a clue
My beloved husband had the personality of two.

One that was quiet, speaking was rare
To the raging animal pulling my hair.
The number of guns cocked and aimed at my head,
Changing the bliss to a life I would dread.

Every action and thought was soon to be controlled,
To survive the pain, doing as you’re told.
You’re a burden to me, you’re ugly as hell
No one would have you, for you’re stupid as well.”

Being slung across rooms, to the floor I would fall,
So many bad memories, I hate to recall.
After hours of physical and mental torment,
Like a prisoner of war, to bed I was sent.

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