Growing up
nine years
no dad
screaming
"daddy daddy please don't hit mommy"
brother and me crying momma hurt
divore at 5
a drunken partying mom soon after
raised by my aunt and grandma life was but a rain bow
never in those nine years had i seen my brother cry
nine years of wishing daddy was back home.
nine years later;
he was
but it was all like the first time.
once again i had seen tears fall from my brothers eyes
mommy and daddy were fighting again
and all i could remember was that day
the last day i remember crying myself
the day my dad nearly killed my mom and we just watched
it been two years since his re-apperance
he trys to be a dad
but he fails
we have grown up with out him
and i had grown a hatred fo him
but ass big of an aswhole as he is, hes my father
my mother a strong women
smiles through the fights
and still sleeps in the same bed as hime after to afairs
its like im going back to that scared little girl.
but now all i could do is hide my tears with a smile.
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