No ratings.
"Men who hit, are cowards." |
They say the ones who smile the most Are really fighting the ghosts Of depression I never would've guessed I would be one of them Kind of hard to smile When some of your teeth are missing Kind of hard to cry When you know no one will listen Kind of hard to run When there's nowhere left to go Kind of hard to see The bullshit through the smoke Fighting to breath Your lungs collapse 50 stories of emotions All in a pile of rubble and ash And so I’m drowning in my own emotions Having to look my daughter in face When one eye is swollen My life has been stolen My sanity ruined All because some mother didn’t know what she was doing Bringing abusive men around her child Then not understanding why he’s young, buck, and wild So when he gets angry he’s gotta put his fist through something Something must break Words can sting more when it comes after a punch in the face Sentences are numb All food taste like blood This all hurts so much more When it’s from the one you love Even more so when you two share blood How can you look your child in the face When she looks just like him Or the first few nights when she cries At no sight of him Having to explain real men don’t hit No matter how much love they claim is in that shit Don’t ever think you deserved it Or have to go through it Alone A few years back At the tender age of 17 My aunt called me saying that there was a scene At her house My parents were arguing And the landlord next door could hear their mouths She wanted me to somehow put a stop To the humans who had given me life So I took my phone out See if I could end the strife My father picked up his phone Saying my mother wanted to leave I said Let her go, if she wants to leave He said How will I know she’ll come back to me And I paused Because I knew what he meant My mother had a problem And I thought he was just trying to protect He made me a promise that he’d let her go So I went on about my business And got off the phone Some hours later I received another call My aunt yet again but with a quieter tone He hit her My aunt whispered He punched your mom when she tried to leave She made a comment about him wanting to fuck you And he made a scene I froze Stuck in place My father would never do that He loves her too much to bring harm Didn't he know that she’s my mother? That I would run through hell fire just to give her water? That this woman bleed on a table to give me life? That I would kill anyone without thinking twice. My aunt questioned again Did you hear me? I nodded as if she could see I’ll be home in the morning Because I needed some fucking time to breath When I arrived I smashed through the fucking gate Ran through the door to see I was alone My aunt came from her bedroom scared of the noise I hushed her with my eyes and dared her to come close I walked into the kitchen and seen my mother bent in the refrigerator My heart hammered, I would either pass out now or later She stood up and turned fear crossed her eyes This would be the last time I would see my mother cry Black, Blue, and Swollen her face was Had I not known my mother's smell I’d bet that That wasn't her Disfigured and frail It took me two seconds to get to the steps by grabbing the rail I ran up the steps skipping half My aunt screamed As I hunted for his ass He sat on the bed Looking brash Time slowed and I was in this face Ready to fucking go Hurt swept his face as I screamed and hollered Not showing pain Anger fueled my words not caring who heard My hand bled from pressure of my nails Just one time Punch him in the face But I couldn't He stood up and approached My heart jumped in my throat My eyes stung from tears Shit, I can't show him fear And I did what all little girls do I ran unable to face the so called man Who decided to use my mother as a punching bag Who was I kidding? What could I have really done? I should've made sure he wouldn’t father any sons One piece of shit is enough Let alone a whole bunch of little ones I still don’t have good advice For women with busted faces Going on a daily basis Using tons of cover up You are a warrior And warriors get scars Don’t think because you have marks You aren’t beautiful as you are Never show weakness Never back down No matter what men do to us WE hold the crown Never forget you hold the power That you have littles queens watching you And that men wouldn’t be shit without us |