My mama said I caused her pain
She told me I could not complain
I saw him drag her down the steps
Hand grasped firmly around her neck
Thump thump
The same hand that held mine
When I was too scared to go on the ride
He kept me close,
Told me to close my eyes
but I saw him take his fist
Drip. drip.
Blood stains are harder to remove from carpet than from wood
These are the things I have come to understand
I am seven years old, I can't do fractions
Yet, I get to watch in all gory, in my home
This ... unsettling attraction
Fluff. Fluff.
She walks around with tons of make-up on her face
And she holds herself high with dignity and grace
While sweat pours down his biceps
As he pushes her out and locks the door
He tells me not to open it,
not for that whore.
At home, the cold ground floor is where she lays
But at work, she stands tall
Her outfits are neat, with not one wrinkle at bay
But at home, her hair is disarray
She prays to god on that cold hard floor
The same floor where I learned to crawl
I came from that womb
I begin to bawl
She lies lifeless
My life is a fraud.
Please give a detailed explanation about the meaning and main idea of this poem.
Domestic violence from the viewpoint of a child.
Please explain your writing and thought process regarding this poem.
Difficult to write.
Emotionally gruelling.
Why did you choose to write this poem?
I felt the need to.
Do you have any tips or anything to share with the youth writers who may be reading this? (optional)
Speak from experience.
Wow, I'm very sorry you experienced that. Great imagery in your poem, though.