Looking at her for help, and finding the devil staring back
With snakes protruding from her eyes, ready to attack.
The voices in my head rising all at once, a mighty force
My only choice, defense. Dignity to enforce.
Throwing punches, just like my hero
Mohamed Ali, knocking the devil into tomorrow.
Rendering her useless, a victory for me
She wouldn’t fall down, that much I could see.
Alarms ringing because of my stress
Snapping me out of my transgressions.
Nobody comes to help her, but I know I’ve done wrong
Its why I’m in this place, its where I belong.
I mustn’t hit women, but I wasn’t being me
Something takes over, inside you see.
Again I’m restrained, nothing more she can do
My institutional life. The cycle. Déjà vu.