To me and mommy He was different To her thinking space and brain He held a gun
Mommy Loved I
He lied He hurt He screamed To me, I loved him though it was The definition of tough love:
I’ve seen a lot of ‘Can you write a story using simple words of an experience through a child’s eyes that was a heinous act of an adult?’ questions on Quora. Decided to try a poem using the same mindset. Thanks for reading