With you it felt like nothing else mattered. Glass shattered to the ground because I'm grounded. Your fist pounded my face in and after that I knew I was caved in. A new born slave, beaten into my own grave. I never knew you would hit me like this. You say you love me but really you're hurting me, physically and mentally. Mentally Im trapped and I can't fight back. He says I better not tell a soul or I will be seeing my death slow. It seems like there is no way out. Its hard to tell my mother Im in trouble. Physically I am torn. My makeup, to cover the scars and bruises. My heart bruises because Im extremely wounded. Doesnt anyone see that I am hurting? Help me! I drop down on my knees as I pray to my father. I rise and he caught me by surprise. He hit me so hard, he slashes my eye. Blood is leaking everywhere, I'm a new born slave. Wondering why he beats me now, he made a dramatic change. The next day I woke up. Cooking him his breakfast, waiting for him to show up. I feel so ugly inside and out. I let this man abuse me but this can no longer happen. Into the kitchen he comes, while I have my surprise. A frying pan, headed straight for his thighs. I hit him so hard he drops to the floor, I had to knock him out so I hit him once more. Onto his back and then to his head. I thought he was dead and I called 911 instead. I told them I was a victim of abuse. They came in a hurry and they noticed my eye. They sent me to the hospital because I was traumatized. I didnt think I would ever get out. It took me 5 years but Im finally free. According to Gods will, he set me free. And my husband, he's in jail. They sent him with tht big *** knot I put on his face. I am getting a divorce and now I am no longer a new born slave.