When people hear screaming in their house they assume is from happiness or joy.
But in my culture is the total opposite.
If I hear screaming when I'm in my room I close the door and put headphones on.
And wait for it all to stop.
Banging is all I imagine, hands into the skin.
Red spots waiting to appear and crystal clear tears already on the floor splash one after another.
In other countries, this is seen as violence,
violation of human rights,
torture
and much more.
Here in my beloved household,
all this is seen as a
discipline,
a simple learning punishment,
nothing else,
nothing less.
I wish I could help.
I wish I could save him.
I wish I could change it all.
I wish
I hope
I know
My turn is next.
Because is one after another.
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שיריםMy mind is like a poisoned apple. From a simple glance, everything seems fine. But once you taste it, it becomes a whole different story. . . . Highest Ranking: [#66 in Poetry]
