I was seven years old
With not a decade of life
You were my world
My mom; his wife

I believed that lie
As you covered that bruise
You told me you tripped
So I ignored the clues

But his anger got worse
And your tears broke through
But you were my angel
What could I do?

He dug you deeper
And I watched you scar
His malevolent motives
Fabricated from the bar

And now that your gone
I pass through each day
Knowing you suffered
In the worst of ways

I promise to remember
Your loving embrace
Your smile, your laugh,
And the curves of your face

But you've taught me much more
Than to mother a child
You've taught me to hate
And you've taught me to cry

I refuse to break
from the strike of a man
For you I'll find strength
And respect who I am