Independant Woman Poem by The one formerly kown as great

Once upon a crowded night,
She felll asleep in her husbands life.
Her notions clean, manners neat,
And noone but her noticed her feat.

Inside this shell of the housetrained wife,
Hid the smallest of thoughts that didn't seem right.
He made her small, made her bleed,
And that thought got bigger then what it seemed.

Makeup covered the scars of her past,
His ranting and raving she knew couldn't last.
He bruised the bone,
Bruised the soul.
Her actions were his, and his alone.

So before he could draw blood again,
She drew first and made her gain.
For although she lived and dreamed his life,
It was she who ended it with te steak knife.