I am stack here In the arms of my mother I am fighting But I never want to break free The comfort in the smell That tickles my nostrils Makes me tired and I Just want to sleep The heartbeat And my bare feet Against the floor The sweatpants And my dirty hands Opens the door The waiting Anticipating of The engines roll The driveway On a summerday When daddy comes home I've been fighting Really hard with my brother And now I'm shaking Cause of course he could beat me But the pain's not From the red and swollen forehead It's from some place so much deeper within
