Every story reads the same

Between the lines they read her shame

That woman should have left that man

why couldn’t she just make a plan?

If it was me I know I’d leave

–          Hide in secret – make believe

If it was me he wouldn’t dare

–          Her bruises stark on skin so fair

If it was me I’d make him pay

–          Just be sweet – no fights today

Another night so filled with rage

What else is new? Just turn the page

That woman stayed – his battered slave

And now their picking out her grave