As I am sitting atop these stairs,
I hear the shouting and am so scared.
Trying to be quiet so I won't be caught,
shaking every night seems to be my lot.
My daddy is drunk again tonight,
and mommy is screaming in terrible fright.
Things go crashing against the walls,
as I curl up in the smallest ball.
I hear the slaps against her face,
tomorrow she will hang her head in disgrace.
I want to help her but know not how,
one day I'll kill him that I vow.
Daddy don't hurt mommy anymore,
she cooks and cleans, why make her sore?
Oh dear, his footsteps I hear them come,
and to my room I better run.
Dixie Scott (c)
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