I have seen the ruins of alcohol,
It is my father’s mating call!
Drunk light or heavy
He still drives his goddamn Chevy.
Stumbling into his sacred ground
He lays my mommy a swift and heavy pound.
Many tears are shed
As she pled,
For that she is only kicked in the head…
She picks herself up and I see her black eye
And she tells me I must not cry,
My only wish is to die.
God never graced me with this pleasure
So I kept living through this displeasure.
Life and holidays resemble being merry
To me it was very scary…
Being sent to school
Was very cruel,
For throughout the day
I would pray
That I would go home and find my mommy alive
Not an ambulance in the drive.
I am now an adult and feel grown
But I still fear that one day someone will call me on my telephone
Just to tell me
Your mommy is now free.
By the hand of my daddy she is now dead
And the memories are still vivid in my head.
I am now free from this horror
My life is now in great uproar.
I will always fear this way of life
And for this reason I can’t be someone’s wife.
People ask me why did she stay?!
And I tell you because she could not betray:
A man who would have killed her either way
For living there or far away.
Now my daddy is in prison,
Need I state the reason?
Us children left behind,
Now you tell me this world is kind?
Who ever said that life is a bowl of cherries:
SHOULD BE SHOT IN THE HEAD~