I would tell you about a famous hero I had as a child, but that was too long ago to remember. I would tell you about an obstacle I’ve overcome, but that’ll bore you. I could tell you about a bruise on my body, but that’ll distract you. I could name to you every pet name in my home, but you couldn’t care less. So I’ll just tell you about a woman I call mother.
Her skin color was as bright as the morning sun. Her hair flowed so smoothly with the wind just like the early morning stroke of the ocean. She was 5’2 and weighed about 120lbs. Her life drastically changed forever when she thought she found the man of her dreams. He would love her like Romeo loved Juliet and adore everything about her. He destroyed her mind. He made her think she was the woman he always dreamed of. He would come home with his body fully contaminated with cocaine… arms stressfully beat up bad from the misconception of his hidden needles that he would use to release heroin into his soul. My father’s mind was so disruptive, like there was nothing left to function. His soul was locked away screaming for a way out and his eyes were so dishonest, like they had a story of their own. He would stumble so silent as he thought but in reality the demonic force within took control. He would stroke her hair, kiss her so softly and gently and whisper to her a love so strong that only she could understand, and then he abused and misused the only woman that ever loved him. My mother would hide her face from the sorrow of fears. Her tears were like shattered glass and her screams were so silent that only God and herself could hear. My mother’s soul roared for freedom but she never let it show. I would ask her why she stayed? And she would tell me it was because she loved him. You would wish for a love like Romeo and Juliet and she’ll think of his love as pain. My father pierced her mind, body and soul. Her skin was as pale as the sand on the beach. Her face was dysfunctionally bruised and her eyes were all dried out from the tears.
I would tell you about a famous hero I had as a child, but that was too long ago to remember. I would tell you about an obstacle I’ve overcome, but that’ll bore you. I could tell you about a bruise on my body, but that’ll distract you. I could name to you every pet name in my home, but you couldn’t care less. So I though I’ll just tell you about a woman I call mother.