Mother's Child
They say when it rains it pours
They say that every story has two sides, and the truth will set you free
Yesterday it thundered
I prayed for the storm to wrap me up in it’s arms, and carry me with the wind
Behind closed doors I fill the raft of the anger in his hands as they preyed on my mother as if her face were there last supper
The brutal tenderness in his hands pierce my skin like new diamonds
I listen as she apologizes for doing nothing wrong
You call yourself a man but you raise your hand to a woman
I am my mother’s daughter and I see through her pain like broken glass
I am my mother’s daughter and I feel for her sorrow like a bird singing in the rain
When he raises his hand to hit her he raises his hands to hit me
They say every story has two sides, but I only know one
I am my mother’s daughter and when they call me to testify I will protect my blood.
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