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BROKEN HOME
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She sits on the porch
and looks up at the stars;
flipping up her collar,
hiding her scars.

As a young girl,
while sitting in school,
she often wondered
how love could be so cruel.

The memories of the past,
make her feel sad.
Remembering how
they beat her so bad.

Her parents were strict.
She was given no slack.
Their method of punishment,
left scars on her back.

Their violence had left her
with no will to fight;
no matter how hard she tried,
she could never do anything right.

So many times
she prayed to God, up above,
to please let her parents,
show her one taste of love.

Their love for her,
she felt it had died.
They would beat her some more,
if she sat and cried.

Through the process of time,
months turned to years.
It had been quite been some time
since she had shed any tears.

When she had time alone,
she so often cried.
No longer able
to bottle it all up inside.

The physical abuse,
had left her ripped and torn,
and wondering why,
she had ever been born.

A mother and daughter,
should have some connection.
A mother's first thought,
should be about protection.

Everyday, as her dad
would walk out the door,
she came to realize
that she loved him no more.

That child to them
that was such an insult,
finally grew up
into an emotionally scarred adult.

One day as her dad
walked in the door,
that young girl decided
she could take it no more.

She valiantly fought
the urge to run,
but little did she know,
subconsciously, she had grabbed his gun.

Inside her mind,
her head was aching.
Her palms were sweaty
her hands were shaking.

He stood in the kitchen,
where a fat steak was cooking.
She put the gun to his head
when he wasn't looking.

She didn't feel afraid,
she thought he was bigger;
swallowing hard,
she squeezed the trigger.
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Never again,
would he see the sun,
with his blood on her hands,
she knew it was done.

The gun went off,
like a gigantic bomb;
as she closed her eyes,
she said goodbye to her mom.

Returning to reality,
she finds her voice;
through the tears she whispers,
"I had no choice."

She no longer had
to aimlessly roam.
She no longer lived
in a broken home.

She promises to never
treat her kids like dirt.
She promises to teach them
"that love is is not supposed to hurt."

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