Okay, anyone who would actually rhyme the words "bod" and "god" has serious issues to begin with.
I apologize for the roughness of this, it's just a draft but I have to post it because that )!*~% poem made me so nauseated. I know the meter is kind of off and the rhymes don't always work but I'll try to fine-tune it later and improve it. But this was in my head and if I don't get it out I'm gonna explode lol.
This would be the poem from the 'other' side of the coin. Enjoy! I call it...
Blessed with a Witness Mate by Jehovah...
Born in the Truth, I was such a good girl
I always did what I was told
I knew if I held out He'd answer my prayer
and bring me a husband from his sheeply fold.
Baptized at the age of 12,
modest
bathing suit and all:
Life meant study, prayer, service,
and every meeting at the Hall.
I ignored the boys at work who smiled
and said that I was nice
and pretty and sweet funny,
(taking the Society's advice)
I did not date, had never been kissed
I held out hoping to find a mate
though by "brothers" i was just dismissed
I dressed up for each assembly,
hoping I would find
someone who would notice me,
but most never paid me any mind.
They may have looked, I realize,
but their mothers watched so close
and they'd get smacked into next Tuesday
if they let their interest show.
Then one sunny Saturday,
in service out I went
with my older sister; Pioneer;
who introduced me to a gent
He was a few years older than I,
his father the PO
I had no doubt that very soon
to Bethel he would go
But he decided instead to stay,
to pioneer and serve,
Became a Minsterial Servent
and finally, he got up some nerve;
realized one day he wanted sex, er, a wife
and decided on that day to re-enter my life.
I was quickly smitten, so young, so naive
All of the lines he fed me, I so readily believed.
We studied in the Family Book and had a chaperone
though it bothered me how quick his hands moved
whenever he got me alone.
We married one fine Sunday, a day bright and clear
in the local Kingdom Hall with all our family near
He promised there to cherish me,
to be my loving Christian head
but in the end he turned out to be
a big Christian ass instead;
I supported us as he pretended to look for work
he skipped his vocational training classes
to watch tv, the big dumb jerk.
He hit on both my sisters while at home,
his morals were quite muddy;
he yelled if I used cash for food,
but expected to be fed like royalty
without spending any money.
His fetishes upset me much, the demands that he made
telling me to be a spiritual wife, that I really should obey;
this is not what I was told a Christian wife should be;
he dressed me like a prostitute and my conscience bothered me;
To no one did he answer, I answered to everyone
I didn't feel right praying, because dirty I'd become
I refused to give in on some things, and so for years we fought
I showed him the Watchtowers, surely, this he'd too been taught!
The more that I resisted the angrier he became
when nothing I could do would please him,
he began to call me filthy names.
As time went on, oh yes, at last he got a job you see
went to the bar every night after work
and left me home
with our baby on my knee
He screamed, he bullied, he demanded
he broke my spirit down
he told me I was stupid, and crazy,
and started pushing me around
I
begged the elders to help me, to make this abuse stop
they said that I was like Job's wife,
and if I complained, I deserved what I got
Be a better wife and pray more,
that is all they ever said
but finally the day came when
I decided to do something else instead.
So weary I was of being abused, so tired of this life
I decided I'd rather be dead than to ever continue
being this man's wife.
So I planned my execution, knowing he'd not cry
every part of me believed that the only way out was to die.
I began attending to the details and arranging my affairs;
thought of writing a letter to my baby to let her know
how very much I cared
And then a worldy friend of mine, took me off aside
and said I can see you falling, I'm afraid you want to die.
I broke down and told him that I had given up all hope
that life was just to horrible, and that I couldn't cope.
I
told him I was so worthless, surely he must see
because my husband told me every day
that no one else would ever possibly be as good to me
as he
I began to believe over all those years of restraint and abuse
that when he held me down and demanded his way
that I had no right to choose.
My worldly friend said, oh, god no, none of this is true
and if he treats you that way, then he has no right to you;
I wondered for the first time if it wasn't all a lie
that maybe I could find a better way, I didn't have to die.
I got a job and got a plan and after awhile, I got away
even though I lost my family because I didn't 'do things
Jehovah's way.'
When I told him the news that I would leave,
he made his feelings very plain
if I wanted to get out alive,
I'd better leave him his 'good name';
that he expected to be seen as clean,
I was a slut and whore
I didn't care what it took, I just didn't want
to be there anymore.
I lost every friend I'd ever had, missed my family most of all
they all went to my ex's wedding...he remarried in the Kingdom Hall.
I found the truth about the truth soon after on the 'net
and though it hurts for all I've lost, I know that I really did my best.
I was abused, but I got free, and took my child away;
she will never think that it's acceptable
for any man to abuse her so that way;
She will be free to choose a partner
who will be kind to her through all;
not only one who appears so good
because his ass warms a seat at the Hall.
She will know what to expect from men
and to command the respect that she deserves
and if any man will not treat her equally,
she will kick him to the curb.
Now many years have come and gone
and I have a new life;
the friend who shook me to my senses?
Well, he asked me to be his wife.
He treats me like a treasure won,
a joy to hold and keep;
Sometimes I still have nightmares;
and they wake me from my sleep.
And when I do, this 'worldly' man
takes me in his arms
whispers to me that I'm safe,
that there is no need to fear harm.
I am not in still in the dark place
that nearly ended all my days;
I'm married to my best friend now, for years,
and in his "worldly" arms, I'm safe.
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Take THAT! lol
Note to JW women or any other; if you're being abused, GET OUT. Do it safely, and carefully. Make a plan and BE SAFE. But get out. Your life is waiting.
~essie
p.s. hope this shows okay I am having some formatting trouble it seems.