Say, Can You See?

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You aren’t the first lady he’s treated like shit
This counterfeit husband whose gloves do not fit
There’s truth in the land of the really abused
You need not be battered, you need not be bruised
There’s proof through the night in the home of the scared
It’s true – not alternate, contrived, nor prepared
It’s there in your stance and your eyes as they speak
But also in this; in his slimy technique
We see what it’s like to be there, to be you
We feel and we hurt, as we watch and see you
Just know you can stop this, the pain and the hurt;
You might be his last but you know you weren’t first.image

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