I heard glass shattering

And saw mother cleaning

As He chuckled and laughed as if he were king

That’s when I swore he called me a Whore as I ran

Back to my bed

 

I shouldn’t have said anything

But he came in with a belt

The anger on his face could not contain itself

 

I wanted to scream or cry

but instead I decided to fly

As I flew from wall to wall

I imagined myself, as if I were a ball

A beautiful ball that refused to fall

 

But I returned to the floor

As he left to answer the door

The anger gone from his face

 

I watched in amusement as he lied

Saying he was playing with his daughter and wife

 

The neighbor smiled assuming it was a game

But she didn’t know that I was

Alone, and now lame

 

Since that night, I sleep in fright

As I recall the shattering of glass

And the discovery of my courage

to speak UP