And more Womens words

I Got  Flowers Today

I got flowers today
It wasn’t my birthday or any other special day.
Last night we had a fight and he hit me,
But I know he is sorry
Cause I got flowers today

I got flowers today
It wasn’t our anniversary or any other special day.
Last night he threw me against the wall and started to choke me,
But I know he’s sorry,
Cause I got flowers today

I got flowers today
It wasn’t Mothers day or any other special day
I was so swollen and bruised I was ashamed to answer the door
But I know he’s sorry,
Cause I got flowers today

If I leave him, where will I go?
What about money? what about my kids?
It’s getting worse every time but I’m afraid to leave
But I know he’s sorry
Cause I got flowers today

I got flowers today
My family and friends filed by to see me
Asking why I never left him,
If I only had the strength and courage to, but I didn’t
So I got Flowers today

© Allen “Two Trees” Dowdell 
September 1991

Listening

You think that I’m not ‘listening’

Just not taking this all in

You think that I’m not ‘listening’

Just being the “Bitch” again

You see my numb reactions

Think I’ve got no feelings within

You think that I’m not ‘listening’

Not caring for our “end”

You think that I’m not ‘listening’

Just like so many times before

You think that I’m not ‘listening’

That’s your excuse – Always for the door…

Now you know I’m listening

When I watch for what’s said in vain

Now you know I’m listening

When you’re not given the emotional gain

Listening to who’s deep inside me saying

“Not this crap again”…

Listening to my true little blessings

And sharing in their pain

Listening to myself Stand up and tell you

It’s our turn for the door!

Rachael Murray

I’m sick of his endless torture

Feeling down in the dumps.

I always come off second best with all

The bruises and lumps.

 

Obey his rules or I’ll be the one to pay

No more of this I can take, I going

I’m gone, I don’t want to stay.

For 7 years I was blinded by love

 

All he wanted was his grog in the pub.

Happy and drunk, the attitude changes

It starts wearing off and I’m back to

His madness and vile behaviour.

 

I don’t grab anything, but my babies and I

We head out that gate, no more will I listen

To his fists and nasty complaints.

Our Christmas day feels scared and alone

It’s the quietest it’s been since we fled our home.

 

Our hopes and dreams are shattered for now

But deep down inside

I’m glad the clown’s not around!