if your gona yell

All this noise

All this anger

Capable of penetrating the thickest alloys

Like an ex commander

Red as the demonic

Making me frantic

Flinching at every word  

Feeling absurd

Closing my eyes

You ask me why I flinch and close my eyes

You ask if you’ve ever hit

Silence …


Me: it’s just …

You: just what?

Me: if you’re going yell … can you try not to spit?

You: @$$%^&$^ $&&%%^

You storm out

i began to pout


This poem is about: 
My family
My community


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