Someone’s father

Your body’s black and blue
He hit you, He hit you
Wish I was there to hit him back
Blow a fist in his face,
just like that

Mother stop covering your arms !
I know that you’re hiding his marks
You really think I didn’t see them,
How dare you say I’m just like him !

“Is dinner ready”, I hear him shout
You quickly get up,
and I can hear you heart pound
I wonder how you can neglect,
All these painful moments,
no one could forget

But you’ve decided,
and choose to ignore
All the times he called you a whore
All the times,
he blew his breath in your face,
Making sure he left his trace…

“Dinner’s ready” you gently say
The response of a wife,
who’s forced to obey
To the love of this man she calls her husband,
Not knowing that with him,
its love she abandons..

But now he'll see to what I am able
I grap the knife that’s on the table
Stick it in his arm, and watch it bleed

It was the last time he made my mother grieve…