Night after night as I lie here awake,
I try not to cry for my baby girl’s sake.
He’s drunk every night,
And ready to fight.
He grabs me by my hair,
But no one is aware.
He finds joy when he beats me.
I can’t let this be.
I have to fight back,
With a stronger attack.
I call 9-1-1,
My husband has a gun.
The police break down the door,
And I fall to the floor.
Cuffs around his wrists,
His beatings won’t be missed.
All of us women have our rights.
We don’t need to live through battered nights.
Written by: Stevi Balsamo
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