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I was five when I first saw her getting hit 
I did not think of it as something big 
I had known of it before and knew it will stay at home 
The implications not heard until my body had grown 
She lingered behind, in black and blue 
Waiting patiently for the never coming cue 
With her arms wrapped around her fragile skin 
How come no one ever noticed, she was way too thin?
Her eyeliner, in the years to come, will never leave a smear 
From where did she exactly get the strength to bear?
Or was it a weakness she carried deep within 
Bones broken yet she could not just drop her chin 
so with stubborn pride and hollow eyes that saw nothing 
She let that occasion become a daily thing 
Silence suffocated the walls of the place I called my room 
Ringing like an unending bell of the doom 
My breath struck in my lungs with a handful of air 
How the  I hear it all and yet not care?
 The next day I took a longer road back from the school 
Not understanding the need to avoid, felt like a fool 
But my mind knew before my heart could read 
What story was told by the bruises that bleed
And when I could tell the right from the wrong 
I expected the truth to make me more strong 
Yet it was swallowed when she glared at me 
‘let it go on as it is, you do not need to see’ 
She did not understand, did she? 
It was not about learning to accept and agree
For how could anyone just do that  
sit hushed when she was getting hit 
And I did not understand, did i? 
That the world had many stories like that of my 
And yet it was ready to ignore the pain he brought 
For as long as he could bring money, no one fought 
The children learnt early to return home late 
To knock louder while entering inside the gate
To not look into the eyes and thus not see what goes on 
Don’t mind that what we do is supposedly considered wrong 
Weather it is raising the hand or laying down to take it 
Every day or one more time before you decide to quit 
 For the scars appear not only on her or his heart 
They have made home in what was falling apart 
Maybe you had tried your best to do what parents did 
yet I learnt that love was only a myth of a cruel cupid 
it forced one to submit and one to dominate 
it was a game of humans and not of fate 
and thus when I found myself in need of someone
I found the brightest flame that could burn 
Like my mother did and maybe her mother had done
To the never ending loop I added one 
She was first five when she saw me getting hit 
And I did not think of it as something big….
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