MY SON
As I walk down the street, People stare at me,
They stare at me like there's a sign on my forehead, A sign saying I have a Plague....
They move away when I walk close, They slinger.... They call my child names; Names no child should ever hear, Two of us bears the same shame, The shame of crimes none- of us committed,
I thought he was a good man, He showed me kindness; OH! He had me fooled, He fooled my friends and family;
He was so lucky, they say, But my only luck, was getting out alive,
The first slap hit me like a Blast, My whole body shock; But it was the shock that hurt me more than the pain,
The changes that crape up on me slowly, And unnecessary screams here, A smash plate there, It became a heartbeat;
And the sound of his footsteps made my heart beat,
After each slap, was an apology.... His father apologise on his behalf, You have to be patient with him.....he said;
My mother apologise on his behalf, You must have triggered him....she said; My friends,.... My friends told me to bear everything for the sake of my son;
But that was the exact reason, I stood up and left, For the sake of "MY SON"
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📝Liz Beth.
(SAY NO TO DOMESTIC VIOLENCE).