My dad

Is as scary as night

He is

As cold

As ice

No matter

How hard he tries

I will always

Put up a fight

Cuts and bruises

All over my

Hands

Anger

And

Fear  rush

Down

My face

I know it’s

Such a disgrace

I escape the clutches of

My father

Lonely and afraid

I feel I may

Be no longer

I fall to the floor then

I hear a knock

On the door and it’s the

Police saying you’re not dyeing today

But what do you know

Here I am slowly

Fading

Away

-by cleo Cisneros