TO DAVE FROM YOUR WIFE:

I married you on a cold November day, How was I to know you would take my dignity away?

I should have known for that day I said, "I do" I knew not to marry you but had no one to turn to.

So off we went of a marital bliss, After our vows and shared a kiss.

Why did I say I do when two weeks before our baby was born blue?

Blue eyes, black eyes and choke marks to match, Holes in the walls you never would patch.

Friends and family I was denied, "I will never hit you again," you lied.

The very best thing that you ever did give, Thank God that he was strong enough to live.

He's five years old now and the spitting image of you, You probably don't know this but his favorite color is blue.

As you read this, you sit in your prison cell, Nothing I'm sure compared to my hell.

Nightmares, meds and a scared little boy. He asks, "Mommy, why did daddy hit you with my toy?"

"I am sorry that you had to see daddy on top of me," Hitting, pinching, raping...I wish he didn't see.

It is forever etched in his precious mind, I do hope he grows up to be kind.

I have escaped from your wrath and have started a life, I hope someday to become someone else's wife.

Someone that's loving and caring and true, Someone that is nothing like you.