There was a girl I used to know

Everytime I chance upon this song, it has never failed to bring a tear to my eye. Not a tear of sadness or hurt, but a tear of thankfulness. I’m sure there are many other women who can relate to this song and video, and just like them, so can I. Every sentence of the song, every second of the video, except for the last few seconds.

The song by the way, deals with domestic violence and is inspired by Nichole Brown Simpson (O J Simpson’s deceased wife), although the end of the video clip depicts that the woman killed her husband/boyfriend.

And that’s why I’m thankful that I’d been so so blessed. Despite everything that’s happened, I’ve managed to pull myself together again. I’ve learnt to love again, wisely.

I was just chatting with a girlfriend today, who’s fallen into the same trap. I wish I could just reach out and help her, but I think there’s never a more ‘personal’ decision than one like this. I only hope she finds the courage to come to the right decision, soon. When will we, as a society, care enough to stop the cycle of abuse? So many women are hiding behind this facade of happiness simply because they’re too busy dealing with their momentary hurt, they fail to look beyond, at the bigger picture. 

There was a girl I used to know
She was oh so beautiful
But she’s not here anymore
She had a college degree
Smart as anyone could be
She had so much to live for
But she fell in love
With the wrong kinda man
He abused her love and treated her so bad
There was not enough education in her world
That could save the life of this little girl

How come, how long
Its not right, it’s so wrong
Do we let it just go on
Turn our backs and carry on
Wake up, for it’s too late
Right now, we can’t wait
She wont have a second try
Open up your hearts
As well as your eyes

She tried to give a cry for help
She even blamed things on herself
But no one came to her aid
Nothing was wrong as far as we could tell
That’s what we’d like to tell ourselves
But no, it wasn’t that way
So she fell in love
With the wrong kinda man
And she paid with her life
For loving that man
So we cannot ignore
We must look for the signs
And maybe next time
We might save somebody’s life

I on occasion met that guy
He stirred up bad feelings deep inside
Something about him wasn’t right
The way he proves himself a man
By beatin’ his woman with his hands
Oh I wish she’d seen the light
How can someone like that
Call himself a man

In reality he’s far more less than that
And we cannot ignore
Whenever we see the signs
Cause any kinda of abuse
God knows isn’t right

December 2, 2009. Marie Muses.

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