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|How did it start, |
when was my world torn apart and my path of submission begin.
When I was given away the very first day,
So curious to know did they cradle my heart,
and for those two years did I shed any tears.
I truly don't recall I was just to small.
Seems from that point on I did everything wrong,
pain and misery seemed to be my destiny.
How can it be that I was running away by the age of three.
I'll sleep in this brush and hide the in dust
crying my fears away.
Still trying to survive at the age of five
to realize there would be no escape for me
growing more aware
the power and control she had over me was clear
trembled and shaking with that glare of a stare
the look of I don't care.
I was to do as told or suffer the blows of a love so cold
where love and pain become one in the same
A place where my soul would grow old
The teachings we learn that shape us,
conditioned from the start to have a slave heart.
That's where my submission began.