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I am Woman hear me Roar… now get out of My Way!

The following comment and poem about leaving abusive husband was left on 2010/09/02 and was worth sharing with you, the reader wrote:

Dear Rebecca,

I was in an abusive relationship for 3 years and he abused me in all aspects. I found the will the leave him when he attempted to hit me while I was 3 months pregnant with our son. At that moment, I couldn’t leave for myself, but I could leave for my baby and I was gone the next week.

It’s been a difficult journey because I still see this man and speak to him because of the child we share. He has continued to be verbally, emotionally and once even physically abusive to me in front of our son. We go to court at the end of the month and I’m praying the court will see the kind of man he is and will help me in protecting myself and my son. I wrote the following poem depicting my journey and my realization.

I could only be his victim as long as I allowed myself to be and I refuse to be his victim. I hope you all enjoy this poem:

strong women fighting back after domestic violence

I am Woman hear me Roar… now get out of My Way!

-NO MORE- By Ashley P.
A life that has for so long been controlled by manipulation and fear,
So many times left broken and in tears.
Broken bones and bruises followed by promises allowed to heal,
Names and accusations, confusion at the appeal.
Was it really appeal, or just a distorted view?
A victim of the lies, a victim of “I don’t know what to do”.
Attempts to do what’s right, attempts to inspire change,
Feelings of defeat when things remained the same.
A will to be happy, a will to stand fear in the face,
Determination to finally escape this dreadful place.
Emergence out of darkness, finally able to see the light,
Finally the courage to stand up and fight the fight.
No more being afraid, no more running away,
No more looking back and living like yesterday.
No! no more being afraid, not one more excuse,
No longer a victim, but a survivor of abuse.

I have heard from Ashley a few times and will get her other posts here, she is a true inspiration.

Love & Peace,

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The following comment was left for another post and I wanted to share it with you to comment: 2010/09/26 at 6:57 pm

I am survivor. I have been out of the relationship since June 2010. I was hospitalized for the most recent incident in June with a fractured lumbar spine and multiple contusions to my face/head. Two black eyes, both lips fat, broken nose and other numerous bruises over my body. If I didn’t hide in the woods he would have killed me. He is in jail and the trial is starting September 30th. I saw the evidence pictures for the first time 3 days ago. When I saw the pictures of what he had done to me, it became real. Up until then it all seemed like a dream. The court is saying that this is one of the most heinous crimes against another person they have seen in a very long time. As hard as it was to see the pictures, they gave me a sense of empowerment. I do not want to be labeled as a victim, I want to be labeled as a survivor. I am thinking of starting my own blog to share my story and to inform people of the court process & things like that. I am ready to share my story with the world. You may contact me if you would like to at ( i.am.a.survivor1984@gmail.com )

” I will no longer hide these wounds of mine. I will bear them gracefully. They tell a resurrection story.”

Ntozake Shange, “sorry”

one thing i don’t need
is any more apologies
i got sorry greetin me at my front door
you can keep yrs
i don’t know what to do wit em
they dont open doors
or bring the sun back
they dont make me happy
or get a mornin paper
didnt nobody stop usin my tears to wash cars
cuz a sorry

i am simply tired
of collectin
i didnt know
i was so important to you
i’m gonna haveta throw some away
i cant get to the clothes in my closet
for alla the sorries
i’m gonna tack a sign to my door
leave a message by the phone
‘if you called to say yr sorry
call somebody else
i dont use em anymore’
i let sorry/ didnt meanta/ & how cd i know abt that
take a walk down a dark & musty street in brooklyn
i’m gonna do exactly what i want to
& i wont be sorry for none of it
letta sorry soothe yr soul/ i’m gonna soothe mine

you were always inconsistent
doin somethin & then bein sorry
beatin my heart to death
talkin bout you sorry
i will not call
i’m not goin to be nice
i will raise my voice
& scream & holler
& break things
& race the engine
& tell all yr secrets bout yrself to yr face
& i will list in detail everyone of my wonderful lovers
& their ways
i will play oliver lake
& i wont be sorry for none of it

i loved you on purpose
i was open on purpose
i still crave vulnerability
& close talk
& i’m not even sorry
bout you bein sorry
you can carry all the guilt
& grime ya wanna
just dont give it to me
i cant use another sorry
next time
you should admit
you’re mean/ low-down/ triflin/ & no count straight out
steada bein sorry alla the time
enjoy bein yrself.

” Do you not know you are God’s temple and that God’s spirit dwells in you? If any one destroys God’s temple, God will destroy him. For God’s temple is holy, and that temple you are”. ( 1 Cor. 3: 16-17)

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I wrote this poem six months ago when someone pointed out that our first real relationship sets the tone for future relationships…it made me think of my first relationship at the age of 15 which lasted 3 years…and this person sadly lingered for an additional 3 years in my life on and off…I was searching for somewhere to share it and came across this site…I hope it helps someone…

Abuse and lies…no more…I am worth it!
by Luz Barbosa

he tells me not to look that way
he tells me not to dress that way
he tells me not to talk that way
he tells me not to act that way

he smacks me
he tells me I better shut up or else
he tells me I am worthless
he tells me my no’s are meaningless
he doesn’t care that I don’t want to or that I am crying

he tells me he loves me
he tells me I am his and I will always be, that he owns me
he tells me no one will ever love me like he does

he tells me I am stupid
he tells me I am a hoe
he tells me he will kill me

he sucks the life out of me

I finally had enough
I could not continue to live this way
I realized these were all lies
I decided this behavior was unacceptable
I finally got out

I was young
I didn’t know any better
I kept it to myself
I was ashamed
I lived in fear

I refuse to be controlled
I refuse be abused
I refuse to end up dead

I deserve to be safe
I deserve respect
I deserve to be loved
I deserve to be happy
I deserve to be free to be me
I deserve to be treated well

I am worth it!

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Get Ready
To have YOUR life back!
Get Ready
To leave the abuse behind!
Get ready!

Because YOU deserve your “dignity”!
Get ready
To let the “healing” start!
Get Ready
To live “without” fear!
Get Ready
YOU have the right to be “YOU”!
Get Ready
To use YOUR voice and be “heard”!
Get Ready
To dance to the music of “freedom”
Get Ready
To re-learn how to be “alive”!
Get Ready
To grab the reins of “empowerment”!
Get Ready
To walk into L.I.F.E.
Get Ready

Get Ready. GET Ready. GET READY

(L)ove (I)integrity (F)orgiveness (E)mpowerment

If you’re not “READY for LIFE”,

When will “YOU” think it’s time to “GET READY”?

No time like today, tomorrow’s not promised.


Your only FEAR should be the CHOICES you make.

Get Ready on Poetry Blog

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No More to Be Thankful for This Year – a reminder

Please click to view entire poem and leave comments in the one location.

Be Well, Be Safe Today and all throughout the years.
Love & Peace,

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Thank you to NightRaven for allowing me to share this poem. If you would like to have a poem posted here add it to comments and make sure to use name to be printed and give me permission in email to use your poem here and in upcoming books and projects.

Sisterhood Of Domestic Violence

We are a sisterhood, a common thread and bond..We’ve come together to share our stories, to overcome the obstacles as one..We are all for the same reason-the violence and pain that we share..We soon grow to learn those we turned to do not really care..We have our scars, our battle wounds, embedded in our soul..The bruises and mental scars all begin to show..We live fear daily of being found..Yet, no one hears our cries nor does anyone give a damn..We’re forced to live our lives behind these invisible bars..No one to hear our cries or to see how deep the scars..We’re forced to go out in the public’s eye each and every day..We know he could be watching and waiting, as we are his prey..We’re just a number and a first name, a face for them to see..No one cares about our pain, our feelings or the individual known as “me”..All we want in life is a place to call our own..
A little corner of the world, something to call home..All of the bureaucrats of today do not understand..If they run my credit or my number it’s a big lead in finding me, for this man..He can find me wherever I may go..I beg for leniency and understanding so the information he cannot know..I have to hide my identity, the true person that I am..For money in is the evil that condemns me to a live that is damned..
No one understands our difficult plight..They can’t tell the darkness from the broad daylight..They live in this bubble of statistics and by the book…They don’t take the time to see that I’m dangling like a fish, on a hook..There are so many sisters that share this trip to hell with me..We vow to each other, that we will not succumb to defeat..We pull together as one vowing to find our dream and make it come true..
As we travel this road that leads us from a world of victim–to a survivor of abuse..
We vow to help others and help keep their dream alive..Never giving up on our dreams to survive..We’re served this sentence of isolation and control..This place where we are robotic and our stories to the public go untold..This prison like setting where we have to beg for the things that we need..Where we are just a number, yet they do nothing to help us succeed..We all come together this sisterhood of hard knocks in life..Keeping our faith in God and prayer to see us through the pain and strife..We all share one common goal when this is all done and through..To share our stories with the public so others will know where to turn to..Domestic violence brought us down to our knees..But together we all stand to bring it to defeat..Our abusers are free and living a life where they can choose..We may be restrained for now, but in the end they will lose..As we stand together, throughout our neighborhood…We are victims of domestic violence and abuse–but we are our own sisterhood..And we shall overcome, for all the world to see..
We will finally live a life and forever be free..

Copyright@2007 NightRaven

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Thank you to NightRaven for allowing me to share this poem.


I’m scared, just like I thought I would be..
As I know not what the future holds for me..
I have no place to call my home..
I’m walking this earth all alone..
I put my trust, my life in your hands..
You used me and my love, you call yourself a man..
You tore my world completely apart..
You bruised, battered and broke my heart..
You don’t understand what you have done wrong..
You refuse to accept, I’m never coming home..
So many times I thought it would be easier to kill myself
And die..
Then I thought about the four parts of me, I would leave
They shouldn’t live a life of feeling guilt. For me taking my
I never want to cause them more pain and strife..
You told me I had to choose..
This time I choose my children and my life over you..
I know I may end up sleeping on the streets..
But, it is better than living a life of pain and deceit..
As walking on eggshells I can no longer take—it’s a
Sign of my weakness and defeat..
Now is the time that I finally live life for me.. 

Copyright@2007  NightRaven   

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