She was so scared
Her whole body was impaired
He had the gun with him
Hurting her mother with sin

Every night he was drunk
Her mom was too afraid to pack the trunk
She hid behind the washing machine
Hoping that her precious life would be spared

Scared little girl
Had her whole world
In front of her, in front of her

During the day he farmed
As if he was normal
Her mom wasn’t made for this
He said all the violent people would have to be ludacris

Were for real
And she couldn’t know about any of this
While she hid from all the yelling, all this craziness
Her mom kept on assuring her

And her dad was just laboring her
In the field with her brothers and sisters
All day they toiled, all night their mother’s face was foiled
And her eyes seem like a prize

When her daddy didn’t care about her
When she realized
She promised never to be like him at all so she tried
To be happy all the time

But her anger bottled up
And optimism annoys her daughter
And the situation moved to harder
Now she is grown up and fine

Making money and time
Her daughter didn’t know that she was part of a nightmare
She wished she could die
In spare of her mothers pride

Scared little girl
Had her whole world
In front of her, in front of her


*this i wrote about my mothers childhood
 
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