When I was with you, you made it seem
Like you would always treat me as your queen.
You set the line and patiently waited
Wanting to see if I would take the bait.
I took that bait as soon as it hit the water
He was whispering under his breath
“HaHa! Now I’ve got her.”
A few years later the child bride would be of age.
And this was what he needed to secure her fate.
She didn’t smile much on her wedding day.
Because at the altar she knew she was making a very big mistake.
Instead of a ring she was given a collar
It was suppose to make her obey and if not she would holler
It kept her in line with him at the controls
He told her what she could eat and where she could go.
Maybe on their Honeymoon he would find a way to chill out
My assumption was wrong and that very night she would find out;
because he told her she would kick him complete out
That night she would hear that her teammate was dead
But instead of hugs she was forcibly raped.
She learned how to cry in ways that he never saw.
And many times he never saw her tears fall.
She wasn’t his queen nor his bride
Because all she wanted was to run and hide
From his abuse she would understand a new life.
One where orders were obey and eggshells were walked on day and night
She did not want this life of hell
But this was the life where she chose to dwell
His hateful words and scary threats
She doesn’t understand why he does this.
She could never do right so how can I leave.
With tears in her eyes She screamed, Stop it! Stop it! Stop it please!
“It’s Your Fault!! You So Stupid…..You can’t do anything right!!!
Oh my God how do I leave?! Help was nowhere in sight.
“When she gets enough she’ll finally leave” is what they would say
They didn’t understand that she had wanted to leave long ago
“You’re my bitch and all four you go.”
And I made you my legal ho.
I was nothing to you but a junkyard dog.
The door to my freedom Somehow managed to swing open.
But all I could do was sit in my house that became my prison
I don’t care that you called me hog
But what I had really become was one of Pavlov’s Dogs.
Many screamed get out and go
I couldn’t bring myself to leave him because that was all that I know.
It was comfortable because I knew that routine.
And I bet you guessed that I seldom was ever treated like a queen.
I thought long and hard on making a plan
I had to hurry just as fast as I can
the time came to leave him like many times before.
But this time I would keep my eyes straight ahead
and not look back at that door.
He followed close behind to my car and called me everything in the book.
And with every word he said I trembled and shook.
I’m leaving him and I must be crazy.
I would never again be called fat and lazy.
I could also remove that horrible shock collar.
And as I left him for the final time I was was terribly scared
Because I just walked out of my prison without a collar;
Finally free to eat what I want to eat and to Go anywhere I wanted to go.
By: Dana Arnold