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I wrote this from a true life story of a young woman who get's pushed into marriage and motherhood only to find out her husband is violent. She leaves him, he takes revenge by disfiguring her by pouring hot oil and water over her.

Submitted:Jan 2, 2008    Reads: 160    Comments: 9    Likes: 4   

When we got married I wasn't sure
That I wanted this for the rest of my life.
You pushed me into a situation
Which ended with me being your wife.
As our kids grew up you turned to drink
Your moods they changed and became aggressive.
We had to part to make us safe
Our lives had become unsure and repressive.
Then you came back one day to take revenge
Where your vicious actions scared me for life
Left to die with appalling injuries
No longer recognised as mother or wife.
At judgement day you plead jealousy
And at sentencing you get off light.
Soon you will be free to walk the streets
Whilst I am left here with my plight.
Is there no justice in this world?
When people get away with attacking another
I'm left with scars and memories
But most importantly, I'm still a mother.


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