At War With Myself

Ninety

do you hear me mom, 

in the room right beside yours. 

the only thing that separates us is dad and the wooden doors. 

he touches me mama, 

don't you even care? 

that he's in my room so late, 

and not in there? 

he penetrates me, 

he holds me down, 

and yet you still do not come in.

but I have gotten used to it,

tomorrow it will happen again. 

I grit my teeth and try not to cry. 

I do not want to appear weak in his eyes. 

moma I'm lying here now, 

he's gone back to you. 

how can you not know of the things he will do? 

why don't you help, 

why don't you stop him. 

I'll just get used to it moma, 

cuz tomorrow it will just happen again.