This Child

By , Las Vegas, NV
Hearing and seeing from the start is their child
Tears fall and guns are shown to the child

Only with love began a mistake that ended with hate
The yells and scenes are covered by the small hands of their child

Father left but not without blood and soon secrets unraveled
Felt alone when I helped others; had to be strong so I grew into a different child

Soon others followed for them I smiled when needed and cried when hidden
It was my job as the eldest but why me? I am their first child

I know what to do to protect, draw blood then run but sacrifice your soul if you must
I was taught to love them, live for them, be there for them as the eldest child

I still cover eyes and ears with my hands just not my own
I fear the day I have a child





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