The Rumble

The smell of beer
off my father,
he can makeme lose my mind,
As he shakes and bakes his wife on
the dance floor,
The sound of people screaming,
as my heart beating to death,
I can hear him
rumble and tumbleup
the stairs,
As i slide under
my bed, He KICKS
the door open,
I had to stop crying,
so he wont hear me,
His eyes were red as a wildhog,
I could smell the beer off him,
He yelled to his wife,
“where the hell is that girl,”
“i want to see see her, i want her,
i want her to cook and feed me.”
As he dragged me out,
my aunty runs to the room,
she push my father away,
saying “what are you dong?”
My father ran to the room
and was crying,
cuz he never hit me before,
He slowly went to sleep,
his eyes were white as a peace of blank paper…

By T.M.