STAN BY: NATASHA HODGE
You came out of nowhere with your country boy charm to swept me off my feet.
You brought laughter and excitement into my humdrum world that I was dumb enough to think was bleak.
My man at home was always so laid back and predictable.
I took his security for granted.
Pitiful.
A man that loved and protected me, no matter what, for 12 long years.
I never thought twice about the pain my affair caused or care about his tears.
You came along and broke the monotony.
The monster you truly where was hidden from me.
Once I’d gotten lured into your spell,
I was under total control…
My first steps towards hell.
The first time you punched me, blacked my eye, you apologized profusely for making me cry.
You reasoned that you did it because you loved me so much.
The more idea of me with another man was more than you could handle, it was too rough.
You swore you’d never, ever hit me again.
I believed you and we made love.
Little did I know, this was the start of my end.
Only a week later, you attached me on a whim.
Taken by total surprise, I fought you so hard made your fuckin head spin!
Our friend was there and he intervene. He asked if you’d lost your mind.
Once again you blamed me for making you “love” me so much.
Claimed I made you blind.
Yea, right!
By now, I’m terrified. Having crazy thoughts.
Want to pack up and go home to my severe man, but he’s changed all the locks.
Trapped. Alone. Dear Gode, what have I done?
I sit here and get high to relieve the pain staring at my gun.
New Day: My weave is fresh, make up just right
Outfit hugging my body real nice.
I’m wait for you to come home so we can have a serious talk.
The ultimatum: one more punch and I’ll walk!
Conversation didn’t go so well.
Looking in the mirror watching my face sell.
As if that weren’t enough, you raped me this time too.
I decide din that moment it’d be me and you. I sneak away while your sleeping run to mom’s house.
Within hours, you’re on my cellphone telling me to come home— or else.
Threating to burn the house down with my mom and kids inside.
I realize now there’s absolutely no place to hide.
Facing many more ass kicking’s, I come back.
You rape, beat, kick and bite me so many times.
I lose track.
You come at me with a knife.
My minds made up.
I pull the trigger.
There’s no turning back from June 2009.
Call the grave digger.