.     SHANTE Shante, her name could be said in a whisper She longed for a new life, to be free, to disappear Shante's locked into a world of abuse and sorrow With an abuser who asserts pain and show his power Using his own low self-esteem to batter this venerable woman Shante took his abuse and lived her life in fantasies Never wanting to feel or face the realities Being discontent and abused was her only life Now she wanted to escape to freedom at any price She sat in a corner, lost in her fantasies she would summon The many times she tried to run away Her abuser's search would find her, to her dismay Shante when found, was beaten and drug back Suffering the stern hand of this mad man's attack She pondered ways of how to make the abuse all end Making promises to God, she would never let it happen again Shante made the final decision of how it would be It's to leave this abusive life and be totally free The only conclusion she came to escape, she had left Was to commit suicide, ending it with her death Terminating her painful broken life, her abuser, it would end Shante failed at suicide, as she has in her miserable life She survived her way out, still being her abuser wife He torched beating Shante more and more He ranted, raged, cursed and he swore If she wanted to die it would be his way, painful and slow Determine not to die by this man's hands She would not give this right to this evil man So once again Shante ran as fast as she could Maybe this time she would escape him for good Run Shante, run Shante, Shante, Run for your Life By: Shirley A Caruth Return To Index