A woman, hunched over
Shaking with sobs
A boy, probably her son
patting her back
And asking the receptionist for an ice pack
I felt the tears
How are we supposed to be happy
With the bruises
How are we supposed to be happy
When we forget how numb we are.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 8:09 PM UTC
A woman, hunched over
Shaking with sobs
A boy, probably her son
patting her back
And asking the receptionist for an ice pack
I felt the tears
How are we supposed to be happy
With the bruises
How are we supposed to be happy
When we forget how numb we are.
I'm sorry this poem is trash but I liked it
