First Five

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….