Twenty Years of Living Hell
This face that stares back at me
This can't be my face, no not me
Split lip and bloody nose
Left eye almost closed, swollen
My shoulders sore from hitting wall
Bruised ribs from kicking
Tender breasts from punches met
And aching down there from raping
He's left, gone to work
To protect and serve the public
Uphold the law, stop crime
Wears his uniform proudly
What do you do, where do you go
When your abuser is a copper
Close the ranks, protect their own
You're only his wife, you don't matter
Twenty years a living hell
If I left he would shoot me
Bullet quick, in the back
I really did believe him
Came the time I didn't care
Even if he killed me
Packed my bags, got out of there
Eventually divorced him
Been four years since I left
Life is now a bit better
But even now still shake with fright
When I see a uniform
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Author notes
This is based on a real life story about a person I once knew.
Copyright © Stephen Curtis | Year Posted 2014
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