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The Ballad of Hammer Hand

This is a fictional account, but based

On truth for many women. I was,

Myself, abused by an ex-boyfriend.

 

---

 

Here's the ballad of Hammer Hand,

I'm here to spread it 'cross the land.

He loved to hit, as you can see.

What he hit was mainly me.

He was a brawler in the day,

But I left him where he lay.

 

This is for you gals out there

Who are hopeless, in despair,

Who are battered, made to kneel,

I do this so we both can heal.

 

I was kicked upside the head,

But now ol' Hammer Hand is *dead.

 

~~CHORUS~~

Hammer Hand, oh Hammer Hand,

Did beating me make you a man?

I have suffered your attack,

You have made me blue on black,

Your heart was black, my soul was blue,

Your soul was false, my heart was true.*

 

~~~~~~

 

Hammer Hand was tall and lean,

He was big, and ha was mean,

He would snack and he would punch,

Then he would demand his lunch.

He used to hit me when he drank,

His breath was fetid, his body rank,

Whenever help I'd try to seek.

He would hit me into next week.

 

~~~~~~

 

Hammer Hand is dead today

And this is what I have to say,

I told him when he broke my teeth,

He would pay and come to grief!

*Satan himself will take you down,

And you'll be six feet underground.*

 

~~ CHORUS ~~

 

I'm a woman so you're bold,

But Hammer Hand, you're getting old,

Hammer Hand you've had your fun,

But don't forget I have a SON.

You can make me black and blue,

But don't you go and  hit him, too!

Don't make him hate you, make him mean,

Soon he will be seventeen.

 

You said a thing which I believe,

You said you'd **** me if I leave.

But me 'n Jamie gonna pack,

We're gonna leave and not come back.

When I die, at least I know,

Where I'm bound, which way I'll go!

Down inside you know as well,

You are goin' straight to hell.

 

Hammer Hand, O Hammer Hand,

Now we've left, are you so grand?

You won't hurt us anymore,

'Cause you're dead upon the floor.

I don't think that you'll survive,

Shot with your own 45,

 

It wasn't me, I'm not that brave...

 

*T'was Jamie put you in the grave.

 

At sixteen he was pale and shy

 

But he put a slug between your eyes.

 

You made him beg. You made him bow.

 

Well. I hope you're happy now.*

 

 

SoulSurvivor

Catherine Jarvis

(C) June 11, 2011

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I was abused by an ex-boyfriend.

I made him leave.

Threw all his stuff out.

He stalked me for one year.

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