Break the Silence.

Poprocks are delicious and taste of nostalgia, 

Cascading from my laughing tongue, escaping from images of harsh prison 

systems you make me remember life. 

Forgetting concrete walls and recollecting warped chalked realities.

Tossing stones and hopping from one block to the next never having a place to call home. 

You make me remember breezy summer nights with scrapes on my knees 

opening me to life’s possibilities. 

When sounds of the Little Mermaid were louder than screams in the kitchen and the taste of the sour lemonade made my day a little more sweet. 

Silver cuffs replaced silver rings that bound us together. 

Red liquid oozing on the cool tiles that no kool - aide could have matched was the last color in my spectrum of childhood. 

Knives were not meant to be toys and Fathers were not meant to be bad boys

And young girls were not meant to be left with only memories of family. 

And now she  pops pills instead of rocks to be able to taste this life. 

Her family image like a world renowned Picasso has all the essential parts

but the picture, its distorted. 

The mother a small fragment on the canvas drowned in a scarlet hue,

The father a three eyed, blade fingered, rage infused monster taking up the 

focal point. 

And the daughter shredded to pieces glued in places she thought she belonged 

Like an abstract thought. 

Where is the line that defines reality, when irons are used to press Easter Dresses

and to Brand sense into a screaming mother. 

Or when saying “Sorry” actually meant “Wait till tomorrow night, after the next empty bottle of Captain.”

Or when cover up meant to look better not to “cover up” ashamed beatings. 

To talk of such confusion meant to taste the iron in my mouth rising from pained teeth

So here I am to talk for her little bloodied mouth, and scream it in your ear,

Our homes and our families are not things we should have to fear. 

Reviews

[zig]

this is pretty intense. the long lines really created a haste, the ergency of the message well pronounced, and so much is defined in the details, the pictures are complete and the emotions just pour from them. well written, tragic, real, well done.

zig

[Distant horizons]

Brutaly honest write. shocking and stunning. wonderfully written.

[Surreal Sabrina]

Thanks for the reviews on this piece. I wrote it for a domestic violence event and hopefully got a message across to some of the girls listening.

[Demi Rose]

enjoyed this immensely.

[Mauricio Montoya]

great job!

[Decdreams87]

absolutely exquisite and concrete. the words are as strong as a distraction, i cannot peel my eyes away. good work!