It's not Love
He's a drunk
he has affairs
He comes home and screams at my mother
He yells, and screams
I hide from him
Hold onto my little brother
Tell him to not worry
We see him hit my mother
They fight
He leaves
He doesn't come for a while, and I'm glad.
I hear my mother cry at night
I look out my window
The moon is bright and beautiful
I kiss my brother on his cheek
I hear her cry again, but I don't say anything.
I think about everything that we've been through
All those scary nights
It's not fair, he's just a kid
I don't understand why she's still with him
Why she allows him to hit her
To hit us
She tells me she loves him
I tell her that's not love
My mother started drinking again
He hasn't come back
We didn't eat dinner last night
One day I'll get us out of this place, because I love you
Someday we'll be happy, and the suffering will stop
Someday...we won't be scared to come home
Someday, we'll be loved.
Someday will come.
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