son of isaac, son of abraham
i don’t know how to feel lost
helpless
hogtied eyes forced open
to watch the destruction
no escaping the fire of wrath
caused by narcissism and loathing
loathing women, loathing different, loathing her
she is not her actions
she is not her words
a beautiful girl who should just know
know how to cope with the adult shit the adults are failing at
know how to show love when love has always had limits
know how to be the perfect angel at the end of your fist
i saw who you were
the finger prints on the throat
because bitches talk too much
because bitches cry too much
because bitches should mind their manners
i saw her see her mom beat so many times
i saw her believe that was love
everyone knew the goblet of hatred would spill over
everyone knew it would just be a matter of time
before she would be drowning in fear
shaking leaf like about a phone call
escape plans in the ready
i see the scars of watching her mother
watching the torture, the violence, the degradation
scars when razor meets flesh in an intimate setting
i see the coldness required to survive
a child afraid to live because it hurts too bad
a punch to the shoulder, slamming her down to the floor
standing, demanding the crying to stop
sprawled on the floor after your hands tossed her down
where is the knight to rescue the princess
how long can she stay locked away without losing it
how long until her knight is just like you
i should have stepped on the gas
you should have been a speed bump
your jehovah is gone
dealing with those worthy of a god’s intervention
one day we will taste freedom
one day she will taste freedom
one day you will get your dues
when that day comes the crazy whores will dance in the streets
then you will waste away while no one cares