He asked me what was worse than rape
My face was frozen the pain misplaced
Not the question only truth
To be hit over and over again by the man you love true
I was a little girl
18 and what a tour
We traveled
We played
It was my face he made into clay
Blood in the car
Blood on my hands
Blood on my tongue
I could taste the anger run
He asked me what was worse than rape
What indeed
If what does please
In a hotel room in praque with my overalls and Beer stained bra
He punched me in the face and grabbed me by my long
Once luscious hair
I scratched and kicked
My hands were his
Until he punched me in the stomach
I couldn't breathe
I was frozen and flailing
He held me to stop me
He held me to say sorry
With all the strength in my bones I pushed him off and ran to the door
Close behind he did find a way
And that's when I saw the scissors
Nifty little travel things couldn't harm nobody, so we would think
I shoved that double dull two inch blade into his bicep
And that's where it stayed
He pick me up
Punched me again
Tough
And threw me into a cold shower
The blood mixed with salt and down the drain with my heart
He left, relief
I screamed
I cried
To God and all in the hotel that night
When I let my eyes rest
I was glad he was gone
I was glad to be alone
The only fear
When he came back and pretended I got too drunk
Nothing happened
"What my dear? Everything's okay, I'm here."
Nothing is worse than rape
But I was asking for it
That's what the cops did say
And my family and friends followed suit
Because it's easier to deny than to deal with truth
I almost forgot
I never backed down
What am I made of
What was beat
I am not my story
In telling set free
Alyssa Westerlund
My face was frozen the pain misplaced
Not the question only truth
To be hit over and over again by the man you love true
I was a little girl
18 and what a tour
We traveled
We played
It was my face he made into clay
Blood in the car
Blood on my hands
Blood on my tongue
I could taste the anger run
He asked me what was worse than rape
What indeed
If what does please
In a hotel room in praque with my overalls and Beer stained bra
He punched me in the face and grabbed me by my long
Once luscious hair
I scratched and kicked
My hands were his
Until he punched me in the stomach
I couldn't breathe
I was frozen and flailing
He held me to stop me
He held me to say sorry
With all the strength in my bones I pushed him off and ran to the door
Close behind he did find a way
And that's when I saw the scissors
Nifty little travel things couldn't harm nobody, so we would think
I shoved that double dull two inch blade into his bicep
And that's where it stayed
He pick me up
Punched me again
Tough
And threw me into a cold shower
The blood mixed with salt and down the drain with my heart
He left, relief
I screamed
I cried
To God and all in the hotel that night
When I let my eyes rest
I was glad he was gone
I was glad to be alone
The only fear
When he came back and pretended I got too drunk
Nothing happened
"What my dear? Everything's okay, I'm here."
Nothing is worse than rape
But I was asking for it
That's what the cops did say
And my family and friends followed suit
Because it's easier to deny than to deal with truth
I almost forgot
I never backed down
What am I made of
What was beat
I am not my story
In telling set free
Alyssa Westerlund