This blog post is dedicated to Dorothy Stratten, Rihanna, and all the women who face physical and emotional abuse. Original Lyric written By Lyric Dysin/DShawn Watts Not sure how it happened, really I knew your love would lift me to fly But the prison you built around us, is killing me And I don’t want die. See my life flashing before my eyes, You promise paradise but I see hell. You smile, flaunting me in a crowd Privately drowning me in my wishing well A penny for these thoughts: You tell me I'm worth all of your time and I should be grateful for this prison because it keeps me in line... and keeps three meals on my plate, and drapes cotton across my skin, and keeps my head dry from the rain, blocking the vultures that bend the wind. Regardless of your mistakes, you say I'm better because you're within, So I should bandage the pain with a smile for pleasure comes with your sin. And I should appreciate your spying For your watch keeps me safe And out of reach of freaks and Madmen who often drift out of place. But I say…No More! I must Go! And then your grip tightens under my chin Until the blood in my veins ceases to flow and a Ghost peels from beneath my skin Not sure how it happened, really Always knew your love would lift me to fly But the prison you built around us, is killing me And I don’t want die. These lyrics were inspired by the pain many suffer in the mist of controlling relationships. Have you also felt the pain, or after sensing it coming, got out of the relationship just in time? Do you know someone who wasn't so lucky? Are certain people just doomed to physical abuse? Do you feel that abusers look for lovers they can dominate? Have you ever been the abuser? When you hear of people being physically beaten or emotionally abused by their mate, do you have any pity? When they choose to stay with their abusers, do you call them foolish or stupid? What's your take on Rihanna's situation (from what we know of it)? Let's chat. Let's share. Perhaps, your views can alter someone else perspective?
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ReplyDeleteOkay, I'll go first.
ReplyDeleteYears ago, during the course of a relationship with my first love, a heated argument based on the idea of infidelity on both ends got out of control. Before I knew it, I had pushed his button labeled "Don't touch...may cause harm...to you," with so much force that I anticipated an explosion. My guy back then quickly began to rage. I could see his eyes turn from a stained white to fuchsia and then flaming red in a matter of seconds. I knew I had gone too far, said too much, and that remaining in his presence, at that present time, was the wrong thing to do. Well, the man didn't strike me, yall. Although, he did pick me up and shook me roughly a few times. He then kinda slid my body between the open car door and the body of my vehicle, causing a line to burn across my back. I wanted to scream, kick, but with him being so much larger and stronger than I was, I felt that would be an even dumber move. And so, I simply ranted my way into the driver’s seat and drove him home.
There was no talking in the car, but I could hear his breath escape. When I let him out at his place, I felt a sudden release of weight. I felt good, yall. Until the emotions settled and I wondered what would have happened if I hadn't pushed his button, and thereby was I the blame for his reaction. I even went on to justify that he couldn't be such a bad man since he didn't hit me, as he could have. When the burn streak on my back had disappeared, I felt more ill at his absence. I began missing the good times that we shared so much so, that I summoned his company again. Did any violence come after? No. But I didn't push any buttons of His either. So when I hear of stories like Rihanna's, I can't help but wonder: If I hadn't trained my tongue, could I have been her?