Madre
i saw your bruises
Violet blue
Swollen
When father laid his hand upon your skin
The first time you said
"it's just because he is emotional"
My heart filled with anger and despair
when i saw his face it felt like i want to scream so hard that maybe it would crack someone's window.
But what i did
I sat down
Quietly
And smile
Because i know,
When i confront him
Those bruises will not only be bruises.
It would be death for my mother
It would be the beginning of the end of my family
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a compilation.
Poetryits going to be my platform to write my words and works. probably not a good one but definitely written with heart. disclaimer : some of the pictures aren't mine but the words are so please credit me if u do copy paste it. thanks xoxo.
