I am your master
You are my slave.
When I ask what’s for dinner bitch
You better reply
What ever you want
Or you will suffer the consequences

I am the ruler of your world now
I am the master of your domain.
You will follow the rules
I have set forth…
Or suffer the consequences

I will inflict pain on you
Everyday if I chose.
Emotional, verbal, physical
Even mental
To make myself feel better.

You bitch, whore, slut
Smack in the back of the head.
His place of choice,
It leaves no visible bruises.

Oh, baby did I hurt you?
What you blacked out?
I’m sorry. Please forgive me
It won’t happen again
You know I love you.

Why is the house not
Cleaned yet bitch?
Another fist to the back of the head.
My ears are ringing. Blacked out again.
I must do as he says
I don’t like the consequences.

Come here whore
I wanna fuck
What! Have you not learned
A damn thing yet?

I am your master remember
If you don’t give me what I want
I will take it. It belongs to me anyway.
Don’t fight me bitch.
You will suffer the consequences.

Punch in the back of the head again
Ears ringing again
Black out again
You fuckin’ prick
Does it make you feel
Like more of a man
To beat me?

Oh, spit in my face!
That’s a new one
At least the bruises on my head
Will have time to heal

You fucking cunt
Why do you make me
Do this to you?
Why won’t you just be obedient?
Just obey me.
You will suffer the consequences.

Why won’t you concede?
And accept that I rule your world?
You do not have friends
I will not allow it.
You cannot see your family
Mine will suffice

Why do you fucking make me do this
You fat bitch. Stupid whore.
You are nothing, you are worthless.
Shut up! I don’t want to hear your voice
Nothing you say is important anyway. Nothing

You speak only when I tell you to speak
And not before or you will
Suffer the consequences.

As he punches me square
Between the shoulder blades,
I fall to the ground
Can’t catch my breath.
And God that cigarette burns

Bitch, I will make sure you never forget me
As the video tape slams into the back of my head
With such force, I fall to the ground.
I black out again.

When I come to, my son is gone
Oh shit! I have to get my baby.
I walk home and see that the ruthless son of a bitch
Is sitting in a chair with his loaded shotgun in his lap
My son standing between his legs.

That’s enough, I have to get out
I have to get help.

I have had my gut full as my mother says
I look for the phone, try to call for help
He rips it out of the wall and throws it
Smashing it into a thousand pieces.

I grab my baby and run to a pay phone
Call for help
Call my mother
She comes to get me as the cops pull up.
Thank God the neighbors have witnessed the abuse
The cops take him to jail and I leave.

End of story? Hardly not.
When he said I would never forget him
He was right. I get outrageous headaches
And my ears still ring.

His abuse will never be forgotten