Broken home

she came from a broken home

where the parents at each other

would throw stones.

every day they would argue, bicker

and fight, all the way till the night.

not realizing their Childs plight.

the child to them in turn would scream

but in the battle she was not seen.

from her father she had sexual abuse

fighting with him, was of no use.

he forced himself upon her at a very young age

from there on, her life would never be the same.

living in fear of what he would do

and who she could turn to.

where could she go

the judicial system moves very slow.

when she had told her mother.

her mother said it could never be

why would he go with you

when he has me?

she knew then, that she would have to leave

and with her being gone, no one would grieve.

she would pack her bags, with everything

she owned, and on the road she would go.

with tears in her eyes, she walked out

the door, to return never more.

and as she got to the swinging gate

her mother screamed to her

but it was too late.

on her dresser bureau, her mother found this note.

you gave birth to me, and brought me

into this world, and you had always said

that I was your little girl.

but when I told you what had happened to me

you laughed and turned your back on me.

so now I am leaving, because I can not

continue this abuse, don't look for me, it will be of no use.

I love you mom, for you are my mother

just watch out for my little brother.

I am a child from a broken home

and I know that I’m not alone.

© L. RAMS