September 8, 2005,
Danny and I rode our bikes, feeling alive,
Around the neighborhood, away from our strife,
Because home isn’t safe, we escaped our life.

We made a home out here, free from our fears,
But as we returned, the sound of our tears,
We entered the house, heard our parents fight,
In the kitchen, they argued, a terrible sight.

our mother got angry, she started to hit,
our father, in fury, grabbed a knife, and then split.
He stabbed her, she stumbled, in shock and in pain,
And with a twist of her hand, she struck back again.

Both fell to the ground, bleeding and lost,
I turned to Danny, the weight of the cost.
In his hand, I saw 911 dialed,
Soon the police came, my heart feeling wild.


Later that day, Danny asked me why,
Our parents treated us so, and I sighed.
I told him it’s because there’s no God above,
For if there was, He wouldn’t watch us in love.

But today, that’s a lie; there is a God,
As Danny looked at me, about to cry hard.
Little does he know, six years from now,
We’ll be separated, I won’t be around.
I will be gone, he will live for us both,
Living the life we never got, full of hope.

I was scared of our parents, but by then,
His only older brother would be dead,
Leaving Danny behind, the last hope in his eyes.