October 22, 2011
By Anonymous

I see my mothers face
the way she looks when he fights with any of us, when he screams at us, when he beats us to the point we get cuts and bruises
I see my mothers face when she thinks she's alone, but she's really not
today she just cracked cause he went to far, but I cracked too
I just couldn't take it
the screaming, yelling, pushing, and shoving
but most of all I couldn't take it because of what it was doing to my mother
he didn't even notice when she went all crazy, looking like she was possessed
I saw it all though
but most of all I saw what it was doing to my mother
killing her one scream, yell, bruise, cut, push, and fight at a time
it's just a matter of time before I really step in to avoid all that or anything else from happening
cause I see my mothers face
and if all this keeps on going I think I'll see her fate

The author's comments:
What inspired me to write my piece was really what's going on in the poem. My mother cracked and I needed to write it all down because I was so sad and just angry at what I saw. What I want people to get from this is something deeper then it just being a sad poem, I want them to understand the life that people live and that all life isn't one big happy family living under a roof with a white picket fence.

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