Apartment 22

Maybe you should clean your room,

or maybe just go to sleep

While the devil starts to fume,

Your mom starts to weep

Your dad is lying,

Your mom is crying

You think that he is mean

He acted so cool so real and fun, the one time he was clean

Your door shuts, no, slams

You know what he is doing with his hands

Your eyes close and thoughts start to race

You picture what you would do if he and you were face to face

Minute by minute, hour by hour,

You start to wonder “How did he get so much power?”

The cries and screams start to end,

You leave your room and try to breathe again

You find your frail mother,

In a ball in the corner because of this mother fucker,

A real man would never lay a hand,

How does she consider him a husband?

The bruises are black and blue

You hug her and she says, “Don’t ever let this happen to you.”

I feel like the poem speaks for itself. Thank you.