Anger Beyond Repair

"What is it that you think you're doing?!" SMACK! Get back over there!

                Mommy sceaming at her daughter, makes her sit back in her chair.

It's scary how Mommy kicked her ribs, smacked her face, pulled her hair.

               The yellowing bruise, swollen cheek, she grasps for air.    

The daughter is all grown up, full of anger, not aware,

                Mommy left a scar on her daughter's heart, no way of repair.



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