FOOTING THE BILL
The first offense
Was enacted through violence
Too little to comprehend
Adults needed my silence
I learned to stuff the pot
It wasn't difficult at first
But many years of sorrow
Brought my pressure cooker to burst
The person present when it happened
Experienced all the anger on reserve
He got splattered with matter
Even Satan, himself, did not deserve
Patterns and politics about delivery
Can never be a part of broken hearts
Domestic violence is the ride
The finishes at the point it starts
Who is to bear the pain of yesterday
And carry the aftermath of today
It is the co-dependent needing value
Who seems to never have the courage to say
...STOP IT!!!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-23-2026
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