My daddy was a woman beater!
But she didn’t care as long as he didn’t cheat her
She valued that hit.
Like it was twist of that good kush.
On some cloud nine, Heroine Ish.
After every episode,
She’d still move with such grace.
Pleading things, like
he’s just sick
He’s really a kind man.
He’s not cruel.
She believed so much in his lies.
Her nightly cries became uniform.
As he. . .
Mutilated her pretty face
Leaving battle scars
Some verbal, without a trace
Those cries became her lullabies
I remember it like it was yesterday
Until one night she stopped putting up a fight
Her lungs collasped
Causing a vein to bust
And people always said you can’t die from heart ache and mistrust
But I watched him,
as he watched the spirit from her eyes disintegrate.
He placed the peace sign
Over her eyes like it was his final goodbye
He simply smiled and said,
until next time.
Then he took a dramatic pause
Kissed her forehead , thanked her even.
I continued to watch him, conflicted and confused
I watched him kill my mother, then thank her
I saw him kill my mother.
The one who loved him like no other.
I pondered. . . Why did he thank her ?
It wasn’t until his stature blocked my light
My bulb went off!
Remember I said. . .
My daddy was a woman beater
He thanked her cause I was next
Back then was when I was 5
You can celebrate
‘Cause I just turned 30