A Prayer to Survive

The more that we choose not to talk about domestic violence, the more we shy away from the issue, the more we lose.

In my dreams I’m a queen

But I wake to his scream

He tells me that I’m a whore

As he beats you to the floor

His hands use to keep me safe and sound

Now a place around my throat they have found

Making me gasp for air

I silently start to say a prayer

A prayer to survive
I just wanting to stay alive