Under this bed, I do be silent..
Until the slap goes away, and until i'm violent..
Violent with rage at all of this..my life is gone
with a storms temper mist..I hear my mommy, oh does she cry..
I hear my daddy..the words do really fly...
I often wondered what it was..that made them so hateful
towards us..but then it came like a blow to the face..
a reality in which I could hide no trace..
I know my mom doesn't deserve everything she get's.........
So why do this and make her regret...
The blood so lost..and the tears all gone..mom's outta control..
and her patience is done..she' grabs a knife from the kitchen
table..aims it at dad and screams awful hateful....I sit here
and still be silent..and I scream as I wake up and realize the violence..
In my dream..they both are there..why do I have to scream their name..to
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