Poetry For The Broken

Home is hell

The loud steps of my abuser startles me
The bam bam sounds of his heavy feet bounces around the corridor
The bang of the door announced his arrival
His voice booms all over my room making me curl up in fear but it was once a voice I found pleasant
"How dare you speak to me that way he said" marching towards me but I had done nothing wrong
He slapped my ear a little too hard I staggered back , it felt like I had become deaf in one ear
The ringing of my ear was too much I fell on the floor holding my ear
He punched my hand so hard I felt it crack
He punched my back so hard my attempt to get up failed
But I can't do anything he is family
My mom said not to reply him when he taunts and hurts me
But what can she do since she is weak
My sister looks at me sympathetically but what can she do when home is hell?
So what can I do
Home is hell
I am weak so he picks on me
I am a girl I can never fight a big strong man
I am younger so I should bow to him
But what can I do when home is hell?
The nagging voice of my mother wakes me up every morning
I feel so miserable everyday
It is so unfair
He takes my things because he is older
I know I own nothing now
So he can have my life too
Since it is clear I own nothing
But what can I do when home is hell?
Do you want your brother locked up my brain scolds me
They would never forgive you the voices in my head whispered
I am constantly hurting all over and my body begs me
But what can I do when home is hell?
My aunt says not to argue with him even if he is wrong because that is tradition
Why do you talk back they say
But what can I do when home is hell
Maybe if I finally kick the bucket
I won't hear the sounds that frighten me
My body won't ache anymore
And if he takes my life maybe they would finally understand that home is hell