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my life in the making

Poetry By: Tanya Briseno
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taking a step into my life.


Submitted:Jan 25, 2012    Reads: 6    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


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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