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She had been married to her man
For a long period of an entire decade
Until he'd decided to live from a can;
From then on, she'd become afraid.

Where had she gone so very wrong,
If her life consisted of being a wife?
She said,"With him, is where I belong,
And nothing's greather than my life.

He tended to go home to abuse;
He beated her brutally day after day;
At night, he seemed more confused;
She'd be afraid to have a word to say.

She did the laudry and cooked;
She believe in second chances or ten;
She made things dandy if many looked
Til her girl asked,"Mom, what happened?"

She grabbed the five year old and cried,
Because the girl heard screams at night;
The girl discerned she was black-eyed;
Her skin was bruised purpled from white.

She finally had found a word to say;
She looked at her girl with the black eye,
The other'd swellen and she said,"I'm okay."
Her busted lips hurt after she told a lie.

She thought much about her little girl
And she took the abuse for another night;
She wanted her girl to live in another world,
She tried it at dawn before it got bright.

She went to the girl's bedroom,
And miraculously she was awake,
Because of screams, she glanced the moon;
They left quickly in the car before daybreak.

For months, they slept in that car,
And hustled for their gas and food;
They changed tags at stations near or far;
The mother had good news for a bad mood.

She got a job in a diner to serve;
It was not the best job, but it's a start
From being a housewife with no verve;
She put in hours laborously with her heart.

Weeks later, she rented a room in a motel;
She worked so harder and much longer
To where they lived in a house, not a hotel,
Because she had gotten stronger.

She became the mother and a better father,
She had gone college and had finished;
She became a role model for her daughter
That no one could has deminished.

Her daughter wen back to school,
And became on the superior honor roll;
She also became no one's fool,
Because she was the one in control.

The mother had eventually found bliss
As she had happily remarry;
It was nothing less than happiness,
If there was another girl she had to carry.