Screaming
Crying
Tears for help
She was calling my name
Begging and pleading for me to save her
But really how could I
With the fear of getting hurt myself
What could I have done
Push him off of her
He was two times my size he could have killed me
But he could have also killed her
Wondering who she maybe
She was my mother
And he beat her
And even till this day
I ask myself
What could I have done
YOU ARE READING
MY POETRY: MY POOR LIFE
Poetryhave a look into my life the bad the good the openess that i feel have a look into my life look into the scares that i have grown to understand the love that i love the worth i want to be have a look into my life
