I sat in the corner with the sea in my eyes
I watched you take hits
I watched you not fight
I was only 3 and helpless
You were the mother
I called you God,
But how did God not know how to protect Herself
Or her children from the drunk demons lurking at night
He reeked of vomit and vodka and cigarettes and guy
He knew exactly how to kick and throw a punch
“ WEAK, WEAK, WOMAN YOU’RE WEAK!”
I scripted my hate in my mind for the Woman, Mama
10 years later I tried to stop a fight
I was 13 now : “ To me, Papa would not try. “
My bones cracked as I tried to shield my face
Broken glasses on the ground
I hear Mama scream in fear,
I saw blood on the walls
I did not know it was coming from me
My body gave way as I fainted from a shock of pain
After a kick in my stomach and a punch that threw my face…
“ Papa Papa! “
My naïve mouth repeated as I slowly lost breath
- Stained Conscious
