he screams louder
the roars shake my home.
the shrills so high
they could've broke glass.
and here i am standing
in my kitchen
second time in my life
i was not the source
of his anger.
he pulls him by his
shirt dragging the boy
down the hall.
he is kicking and screaming
tears stream down his face
like the mississippi river.
he is scared.
you could hear only moments
before the sound of fists
pounding the wall his
foot could've gone right
through the door.
but the scarriest noise
was when the man opened
the door from the otherside.
it was the silence the carried
through the house.
the calm before the storm.
then like a rocket he shot off
the boy being pulled
behind him is scarred.
trying to string together
an apolgoy before
he is tossed out the door.
my mom trying to stop him
by putting her body in front
of the storm.
i've been there before.
over a year ago
i was being pulled
kicking and screaming
holding onto corners and walls.
you can still see my nail marks
on the base board's
if you look close enough.
but i could not make it
to his eyes that were pleading
he was screaming someone help me.
but i couldn't.
i couldn't step in
be that hero he was crying for.
i knew he would never hurt
the curly haired boy
'cause after he is his son.
his favourite son.
his only son.
my mother pulled my father
off him before he made it
too the door.
my brother was lying on the floor
his chest rising slow.
he was crying.
much like i have before.
just like i have before
5:14 pm
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altercation of self-actualization《poetry
Poetryal•ter•ca•tion noun 1. a noisy argument or disagreement espically in public self-ac•tu•al•i•za•tion noun 1. the realization or fulfilment of ones talents and potentialities, espically conisdered as a drive or need present in everyone
