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You held your status over my head
To make me feel so small
As if because I’m a woman
My place was to crawl

Beneathe your pfftt manly feet
Something for you to tread on
To puff yourself up immensely
It’s my spirit you fed on

Heavy with your hands upon me
I swear I felt my soul shift
Anything you can grab met me
I felt my cheek and jaw rift

My time with you felt like forever
Look at how time drift
Or it could be the hospital visits
From the kicks that was so swift

Your words sliced me like a scalpel
Each slice trickled my soul
Until my soul had done drained
And I lost all control

Your insults struck like lightening
Bolts that left me with a migraine
It was amazing how much you hated me
And relished in my pain

I couldn’t do anything right
But you could do no wrong
You were the puppet master
Stringing me along

You used my love against me
For your inconceivable pleasure
In your own twisted maniacal vision
You became my oppressor

You looked me in my eyes
I swear I saw the devil
Then you cracked my skull
Took it to a whole new  level

You were different around others
It’s as if that hate subsided
I saw a nice kind side of you
A demon divided

When all was gone and we were alone
I would see the flames of hell rise in you
Staring in your eyes
Is where my spirit dies in you

You were supposed to teach and guide me
Show me the way things are supposed to be
But instead you set out to destroy me
Gutted and exposed me

One thing I can say is you taught me well
With you I learned what bad is like
Now all I do is embrace good
And I know what a serpent really looks like