Know my Name
It began when I no longer had a name…
I was just a simple dead weight.
Like a black hole, absorbing my husbands hate.
Taking it all…
Love broke my faith, ribs and nose
and even crushed my toes.
-“they are only close friends you know”.
I had to shut down, for the role of his worthless wife,
to answer to his hands and nodding to the lies.
3 years later…
I met an angel at the laundry room. Straight from
my hands she cursed my husbands working costume.
It was the first time I had touched the ground,
in a long-long-long time.
I was the dark and Mariah was the light.
I was the peace and she was the fight.
Never again, no more abuse, no more rape!
My angel and I shared my escape.
We didn’t have the patience for the hitchhike,
and a stranger lent us a car, much in dislike.
We had hundred miles of road ahead,
with only stops for laughs, water and bread.
… But in my stomach I felt a growing fear.
I whispered in my angel’s right ear:
-"My angel, you have awaken my flame.
But to receive peace, he has to know my true name.
Baby turn around, and grab your Gun…"