Papa, no!

Papa, no!

A Poem by taylor.mickles

Glass shatters against the wall
Get down! Hurry! Crawl!
Stop! No, stop! Don't throw that
She's gone papa, and she's not coming back
Please, papa, please, just put down the booze
Here, I'll even help you tie your shoes
Stop crying papa, it will be alright
I'm the woman of the house now, I'll make things right
Ouch papa! Stop, you're pulling my hair
Why do you always look at me with that hatful stare?
Stop yelling! I can't help that I have her eyes
No, I'm not leaving too papa. I'm not telling you lies
Quit, papa no. You can't have a cigarette
Why? Because your father died of lung cancer, did you forget?
Let go of my arm! You've got liquor on your breath
Papa, mama left, deal with it! She chose the meth
Ouch! Papa ouch! Stop hitting me with your belt
You can say you're sorry, but I'll still have a welt
Why, papa, why? You're too drunk to drive
I'd rather you stay here and scream at me if it will keep you alive
I did, papa, don't hit. I washed the dishes
Don't you remember butterfly kisses?
Yeah, papa, remember when I was a little girl
I'd climb on your back and you would twirl
See papa, hush, relax your head
No, papa, no. That's not the way to your bed
I'm sorry papa, I didn't mean it, I swear
Stop punishing me papa, this isn't fair
I loved her too. She left us both
I blame you! You broke the oath
I hate you papa! Look at what you've done
Wait, no papa, please put down the gun
You're drunk papa, you don't know what your saying
Oh God, I'm running out of time. How do I keep delaying?
Hey papa, catch! Yes, he dropped the gun
Okay, I've got it. Now run, Susie, run!
Oh no, I tripped and accidentally set it off
Ouch, my chest. cough cough

Sweet Susie, what have I done?
I'm sorry darling, your mother has won
She swore she'd destroy me, she ripped out my spirit
You tried to tell me Susie, but I didn't want to hear it
Please, please my darling, don't die in my arms
I know, I'll drive to one of the nearest farms..

It's too late papa, the damage is done
But you're wrong about one thing, no one has won
I tried to protect you both, I tried to care
But all you did was yell at each other and constantly swear
I was hurt too papa, I wasn't all about yourself
I cared for you papa, I watched your health
But mom was good to get out, it's because of you, papa, that I die
You always pushed too hard papa, you always made us cry
I'm dying now papa, see, I've coughed up some blood
It's weird, I feel like I'm laying in mud
But I love you papa, I truly do
Even after all that you've put me through

I love you too Susie, more than words can describe
I only wish that a better life I could provide
I'm sorry I abuse you, I'm sorry that you're hurt
Susie? Are you there Susie?! Oh no... covers her with his shirt.

© 2013 taylor.mickles


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Wow... It's really good! I liked it! Loved the emotions in it! Keep writing!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Its like Michael Jackson's song "Susie" meets The Secret Life of the Bees and then some! Love this, awesome job. Such a powerful piece and a great flowing poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


This is sad! Well penned piece! Reading this was both exciting and intense! I really enjoyed reading every single word of this. Awesome ink! :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


You have spun a story line into your poetry with ease that reflects you talent....well done indeed.... well done.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Taylor,I congratulate you for crafting the epic piece.
Violence Against Women(VAW),Alcoholism,Abuse and Lack of irresponsibility have plagued our life.
The death of Susie might create bring sense to the offenders.
Thanks for sharing the great work.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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taylor.mickles
taylor.mickles

Ogden, UT



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I love writing poetry. I write about love, hate, violence, peace, death, life, and most of all I write about my own emotions and experiences. I want people to get their own meaning out of my poems and.. more..

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