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The woman carried herself Like a dog beaten into submission

But the beaten dog and the wounded woman

Both know that deep in the primal part of the mind there is strength to escape the fiendish foe of torture pain and oppression

A ritual of abuse is just that A ritual Of insecurity, of conquest and destruction Of man’s great desire to own

And be worshipped From the beginning of time In the Garden of Eden, the desire

To be exalted slithered into The tranquility But the desire was demonic

As is the tools at man’s Hand’s to achieve domination Observe the man

How he treats his dog He will treat his woman Both are his best friend

Or could be, should be The twisted ego overpowers

The common senses Like kudzu, controlling, Preying on the weakness

Of the woman and the dog It only took a moment to escape

Only a moment, when The gate was left open

With nothing to lose The woman and the dog slipped through And became best friends

Sandy 4/5/2002