Mary

The bruise hadn't quite swollen her eye shut yet

Mary noticed in her reflection

As she tried 2 reach across the dresser

4 the perfume Professor Watkins

Had once remarked smelled rather nice

One spring morning

Back in Seventy-five

Oh, such a long time ago

She was still just Mary Jenkins then

She hadn't yet married him

Although she had seen him once or twice

Probably after a game

Or over at Bobby Sue's

She was Head Cheerleader

(whoop-te-do)

Looking back she had 2 admit

He was awfully nice.

She wondered what it was she'd done

2 turn him N2 this thing he'd become

How had the man she fell in love with

Turned N2 this person she feared?

It all started when he lost his job

Then there was the time she'd left the back door unlocked

And they got robbed

He put her in the hospital that time

Hit her so hard she'd damned near went blind

He swore he'd never do it again

And he didn't Until the next time

It just kept getting worse

Year after year

Until the beating became better

Than the never ending fear

Of where or when the next one would happen

Or why?

She'd silently cry

After it was over

Why me?

What did I do? Why me?

He'd hit her this morning because his breakfast was cold

Still that wasn't as bad as the way she believed him

When he told her

I'm finna kill U when I get back, bitch!

Then he got N2 his car and drove off 2 god knows where

Probably that whore he keeps somewhere in the city

He came through the door around eleven forty-five

Said ready 4 your medicine, bitch?

Just B4 she shot him four times

Make sure the bastards

DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD

Just kept running over and over

In her head

The third time she pulled the trigger

Is when she finally went insane

Oddly enough Her psychiatrist chose 2 blame it on

Delayed Stress

Or something along that vein

But Mary doesn't mind

That Mary lost her mind

Because Mary Jenkins died

A long time ago

She died the night she said I do

Never once realizing

What she was getting N2

Was a long, hard life of violence

Mary bowed her head 2 pray

As a voice somewhere far away

Said U have the right 2 remain silent

Those of U who notice such things will notice that this version of Mary is slightly different from any previously published version. It used 2 bother me whenever artists did this. However, having lived with this bitch now 4 over 10 years I have 2 tell U that every once in a while it is nice just 2 shake shit up a little and see what falls out the bottom. I hope U enjoyed it. Please feel free 2 leave me any comments U may have.