Bruised Kisses
What makes a man
Want to take power from his wife?
Who is the man
That sits and plots to take her life?
Where is the man
I once married without strife?
As the years pass me by
I realize why he should envy
As time, courage, and wisdom pass him by
Because he wanted to discredit my integrity
For the American Dream I accepted less
I accepted him
Much less than the Lord obliged
For an image that I was now complete
I secretly sat in a corner
Where only the Lord
Would hear my cries
Bruised kisses once described
The torture I endured
Freedom and time
Have healed my pain
Dependence on God
Has allowed me to stay away
And un-bruised
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