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Control (Free verse) by MakenzieNy
Driving down a road Going 40 miles an hour Being told your nothing,worthless Is he going to run into that tree? Or will he break in time Should i try to jump from the moving car Or wait it out He's sorry Should i forgive Being held down made to watch him slit his chest As the blood drips down Staining the clothes i have on Will he come home drunk When will he pass out That's the only time i have to think Go to the store hurry up your being timed Better hope no friends call He'll just listen on the other line So many of us deal with this from day to day Why do we stay? Afraid to lose everything we have Or just out of habit Maybe out of fear Fear of what may come next The tears come every night No one can help until I learn to help myself No one deserves to be treated this way I need to break these strings and get away Sometimes easier said then done Would be so much easier to just grab a bottle Try to drink away the pain That only brings more tears then what it's worth How do woman end up with men that act this way It's nothing we did Don't make me feel small All i ever asked is to be loved Is that too much to ask for? Alwayz being acused And thankfully never abused Mentally i'm warped Just another form to be in control Your told you'll never amount to nothing You start to believe It could be worse I could have a gun held against my head Held under the water in the tub Why do so many women put up with this fucking bullshit? Why Oh why me Does god hate me that much That he has made my life a living hell As he's at work you begin to pack his bags Put them outside And hope he just goes That's all that can be done

Up the ladder: I Got Mine Designed
Down the ladder: Butterflies

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.8
Weighted score: 5.2145653
Overall Rank: 4410
Posted: June 19, 2004 4:22 AM PDT; Last modified: June 19, 2004 4:22 AM PDT
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[10] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 163.1.146.135 | 19-Jun-04/12:49 PM | Reply
You make some good points, but you fail to realise that society would crumble if men were denied absolute control over their wives. Women are jolly good at kittens and embroidery, and their role as mothers to offspring cannot be overlooked, but when it comes to Important Matters Of The Towne, of which all women remain dangerously ignorant, I'm afraid they're best kept under lock and key. That said, I thought this was an excellent poeme, and at the very least it has given me cause to question my beliefs concerning the weaker sex, even if it hasn't changed them completely. Thanks, -10-
[7] SupremeDreamer @ 204.31.182.69 | 19-Jun-04/11:35 PM | Reply
There is a solution that has been known to work, if one has a spine..

Leave. And go get the guy you paid the mail catalogue for, don't try to get the refund-- trust me.

It's not fucking worth it. Lucky Seven, and it's Vegas honey.
[7] god'swife @ 209.178.146.70 | 24-Jun-04/1:16 PM | Reply
Why do so many women put up with this fucking bullshit?

Because of a million and one reasons. Iknow you love this person. I know there's something to love in evryone, but he's killing you, piece by piece. Love yourself, sweety, love yourself. Where ever you are there are groups of people waiting to help you. just ask, church, school, clinic. It's not your job to save him, save yourself. Treat yourself the way you would treat your own child.
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