As a child, I was fatherless
Only a two year old and a four year old
Growing up with just a mother
My sister and I were alone
As for my brother,
He has his father.  
But his father was no man
Have you ever seen a man put his hands on the woman you call your mother?
I have,
I wish I hadn't.

My mother..
she was beaten,
She was slapped, she was punched.
By the one I call the devil
The devil was my biggest fear
He brought nothing but sadness
and screams to my ear

Fast Forward 12 years later,
I'm now fourteen..
The devil still remains
I was fed up, seeing the only woman I care for the most being beat
As he arrived one night intoxicated.
I heard my mother screams,
Her screams.  
I had it..

I ran up the stairs
punched the devil
I was beat..
one thing I remember seeing
Was my mother not helping
She stood back and watched
I did not blame her
She was weak
I knew she couldn't help

To be continued