Life Of A Child Living Through Domestic Violence

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…