Abuse

Why do they have to condemn
And use the fist of their hand
Why do they have to make us hurt
As we crumble to even stand.

Why do they make us feel worthless
And shape our life so insecure
What right do they have
To dissolve an innocence so pure.

What power do they feel they need
What control are they really looking for
Why do they constantly abuse
The person they love and adore?

Abuse of any form
Is not what anyone should feel
But abuse comes in many forms
And Abuse is very real.

I can remember the force of his hand
As he hit me in the face
But what I remember the most
Are the words he can never replace.

My face has healed
But the words tear a whole in my heart,
The words leave a scar like no other
And tear your soul apart.

A victim I was
A survivor I still stand
Never will I be a victim again
Of another mans hand.

I may have held back his hand
But his words still come at me
And that abuse alone
Makes life difficult you see.

They must condemn
And constantly put you down
To make up for what they lack
As your smile becomes a frown.

It is their own weakness
And thoughts of their child rearing years,
That makes the devil come out
And creates so many tears.

If only they had the tools
To look within themselves and see
If only they would take responsibility
Maybe we could be free.

But freedom is far away
When they cannot face the demons of their past,
Freedom is almost a death sentence
By the abusive said to last.

I will continue to fight
For my freedom and that of others,
Because I know what it does
To all of us mothers.

You may be a mother
And think your kids don’t see
don’t deny it anymore
Demand respect to be free.

Free of the abuse
That has tormented you for years.
Free of the abuse
And free of the ultimate fear.

If his fist doesn’t kill you
His words will in the end,
Stand up for yourself
On yourself you must depend.

He has beat you down
But you can still stand up and fight
don’t let him take away
Your gods given human right.

He has taken away your dignity
Your self worth and made you insecure,
don’t let him kill you
With the words he implores.

don’t let him have the power
And the control anymore
Take it back with everything you have
And walk out that door.

That door you vision as impossible
Is the door that will give you life
Because Behind that door
Stands “A WOMAN”, not just a wife.

A woman who is scared
And a woman who is frail inside
But a woman who has survived
And that woman who will no longer hide.

The end
By
Shannon mcgrorty hunter
April 21 2009