March 2006

A reoccuring thought keeps pulsing in my head,
The thought of mom and only mom being dead,
I hate this world and what it will behold,
I hate the man that beat me up and stole away my soul,
I need to escape from this world and never come back you must see,
Because I can't erase him from my haunted memory,
I hate who I am and what I've seen him do,
From the start, I never thought he'd hurt me as to leave behind a bruise,
I never thought he'd tell momma,"I love you. Sweet thing",
Especially, since he's beyond the point of being insane,
It was days after my mom finally kicked him out,
That he broke down our door at five o'clock without a doubt,
He forcibly beat her,swinging her to the ground,
I will never forget hearing her screaming sound,
As my mom lay on the ground, in her eyes I saw the terror and the fright,
I sat there hiding in the corner,holding my brother that early morning til that night,
I covered my mouth and watched her really close,
As the ironboard hit her again, a tear fell off my nose,
As my mom lay on the ground, she whispered then to me,
"No matter what you'll always mean the world to me"