Another dysfunctional man,
My mother had;
He learned to lend a hand,
When he was mad .
Paid the price for it,
So my little brothers wouldn’t have to;
Long nights I would sit ,
So that they’d pull through.
Bruise after bruise I thought it would never end ,
And it did with him ;
Then it became a trend,
With my taste in men.
You were supposed to save me from the reminiscing
Of being abused ;
But then you too started hitting,
You left me beaten and confused .
I thought I deserved it ,
That you would love me ;
If I let you be a hypocrite,
You’d set me free.
You told me you wouldn’t do it anymore,
To manipulate me every time;
Just to call me a whore,
For a reason to commit crimes.
I’m going to get it back ,
My self esteem ;
And with no payback ,
I set myself free ,
And I’m proud of me .