Obey, was it there
\nWhen you stood in your gown
\nDid the minister
\nHarp on it
\nDid they go to town<\/p>\n
It shouldn’t be there
\nNo women should
\nHave to obey him
\nIt’s the wrong word and could<\/p>\n
How many times did he stand over you.
\nHow many times were you black and blue
\nHow many times did you wear those dark shades
\nAnd put on that powder hoping it fades
\nHow many times did those bruises show
\nHow many tears did you lose
\nDon’t you know<\/p>\n
That chair leg he used
\nIt so hurt your thigh
\nIt so hurt it so hurt
\nYou wanted to cry
\nBut that would have made him
\nFeel good so you cried
\nSo very quietly all of it inside<\/p>\n
You walked
\nOf course you had pride
\nDown to the station
\nAnd on any train
\nYou just left that town
\nDespite your pain<\/p>\n
That bastard had said that he loved you
\nBut he
\nBeat you the next night
\nAnd fucked you
\nYou see<\/p>\n
You felt him you knew him
\nWhere is he today
\nBeating some other poor sod
\nAnyway<\/p>\n
You are out of his clutches
\nOut of his place
\nAnd now in the mirror
\nA sweet perfect face<\/p>\n
Stares back at you always
\nNo bruises no more
\nObey don’t agree
\nJust Be bloody sure<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Obey, was it there When you stood in your gown Did the minister Harp on it Did they go to town It shouldn’t be there No women should Have to obey him It’s the wrong word and could How many … Continue reading