I'm trapped
Trapped in the body of that little girl
That little girl who watched her mom get abused
I hear the screaming
And the breaking of things
And the sound of his fist hitting my mother's face over and over again
Until she passed out on the floor
Blood dripping from the wound on her busted lip
Black eye, knot on the side of her head
Fingerprints around her neck
Staining the perfect milk chocolate skin purple
I'm trapped
But nobody can hear me scream
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Late Night Thoughts
PoetryAn anthology of my poems. If you would like to embark on this poetic journey- open, read, and travel through my mind.
