Childhood days, I sat and observed
A relationship between a woman and man
These 2 people were my mom and dad
The fuel from which my fury began
In our house, my mom had no name
She was either “woman”, “bitch” or “hoe”
She was disrespected, abused and hurt
I lived in a home of woe
My mom couldn’t speak, unless she asked
She was a slave to a heartless man
He always hunted her down like animal
When she gathered courage and ran
Now I’m older, I’ve experienced life more
And I see there is too much of this
It’s unequal, unfair, degrading and wrong
And it shouldn’t even exist
But then I look back and see I lived it myself
When I let you walk all over me
You bruised me, used me, down right abused me
And I was too blind to see
I had walked in my mom’s footsteps
But I realized and had broken free
I just wish that others could do the same
To gain courage and flee