A way out

She is broken,

Beaten and bruised,

She gave up the fight,

She knew she would lose.

She stayed through the pain,

Held on through the tears,

Smiled through it all

And lived her biggest fears.

She was nameless,

Not a person at all.

She was property

As he would call.

One day she would have the courage to go,

The strength to walk out that door.

She would find her name,

And soar.

Her only way out was the bullet or the blade,

Before she chose

She prayed.