There I am in the moment
Hits to the body, pain to the face
For what? Spilt milk? No
Because I responded in a manner that wasn't what he wanted
Because I was too small, too weak to fight back
After the remorseful soul
As if speaking to a battered wife
The usual crap "I won't do it again"
No matter how hard I cried out
No matter how many times I begged for protection
Nothing an empty response or nothing at all
It was as if I deserved what I got and got what I deserved
Never any sincere explanation, nor apologies
Just the same response
"Not this again!"
As if my pain wasn't real, my begging for even an
explanation of why they never stopped it would have killed them.
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