Cartoons so funny!
I laugh and laugh!
Sesame Street,
The Grinch in the trash!
I wonder to myself,
How this is a flash
From the past.
When I was little with a lot of joy,
When my mother would say she love me.
In my third house,
Out of nine I have lived in.
This was my favorite
Before the tragic event began.
A Beach,
A Ocean,
A Tragic event!
I was watching TV
So bored I left my room.
In the hallway
Screams of the night.
I hurry in fear to see
My mother drench in her own
BLOOD!
Afraid I was.
Tempted to Run.
Yes I was.
A MAN WITH GREY HAIR
SLACKING CLOTHS
HAS PUNCH MY MOTHER.
Blood on the wall!
A bundle of tears
Came out of my EYES!
I hear my mother speak to a
Person once friends with.
SHE DIDN’T CALL THE POLICE,
BUT HER FRIEND DID.
I really liked this house
But I needed to leave.
My mother on my Left
Dragging me to a
Ally way with a trash to but the heat.
Through the night
Echos of sirens reach me.
Not too far,
Not to close,
But enough to let me WEEP.
In one piece of clothing
With my mother all dressed.
We hide in the trash,
To let it blow over.
TEARS
SO MANY TEARS!
ONLY IF I KNEW WHY I WAS CRYING.
THE BLOOD,
THE RUNNING,
OR THE FEAR OF SEEING
MY STEPFATHER ONCE AGAIN.
He didn’t go to jail
But a trial did happen,
But nothing happen to him.
Sadly we stayed with him because
Of money or the fear of Running.
I was 7 when this happened. This was not a fictional poem/story. This was real, and to calmly release some trauma, I made this poem when I was 13.