Anger turned into aggression
A deep confession
Of a learned lesson
From an unwanted session
Of increased digression
From my own suppression.
Then, hunger turned into pain
Uncontrolled gain
Of an engraved stain
From pinching of the wrist
I could not resist
Because all of the built up hurt continued to insist
It was a way of fighting back at a father who threw the first fist
Tears began to slowly come down graciously like midst
I thought to myself what did I do to deserve this
But in reality it was not me confronting such bliss
It was my mother who put up with this abusiveness
No escape, no elusiveness
She showed me that with my father love did not exist
And if it was never given,
then it's something that could never be missed.
Through it all she did not leave
She went on to be with Glory where His love she would now receive

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