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xxxiii. four

Oh, I was just four years old,
And I saw Mama..
Looking
Gazing
Staring
At me..
Crying
Weeping
Wailing -

I'd never forget,
That very last time
That our eyes had met.

I was four,
I saw mama leaving -
Walking away
Through our front door,
With her eyes bruised,
With her lips bleeding;

Oh, I was four back then,
Papa's been drunk again
And he gave Mama,
Her daily supplies
of dreadful beatings.

Oh I was just barely
Four years old
And I already saw
The most direful thing
About reality -
Fear
Pain
Agony

Too young,
Too feeble
Too scared -
To defend,
Mama.

That's the last time
I saw her again.
I was just
four years old
Back then..
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