I'Ve Become That Mother

I, me, I, myself, 
I've become what I never thought I would
The monsters I've worked so hard to fight, are now me, I,

He put his hands on her neck
To hurt me, to scare me
But he scared her
The fear in her eyes, the tears that came running down her face will always haunt me
She was screaming, mommy help me!
I stood there terrified, I quickly agreed with him so he could put her down
I ran to her, she ran to me and we embraced each of us sobbing 
Her heart beating fast like mine
Holding her tight, protecting her

Am in love, or so I think
I am so blurred with stupidity that I hurt what is mine
I can't see beyond the lies and the fears
Maybe it's the fear of being alone, being a single parent
Or the fear that am not "happily married" like most of my age mates
Or the fear, that I will be placed on the judgment bench by my culture; once married you have to take the bad and good, you have to tolerate, you shouldn't complain, it'll be a disgrace if you go back to your mother's house, stick to it, look at your mothers and learn

The umbrella of abuse has so many holes
You are always soaking wet with pain and fear
My smiley makeup that I put on everyday, has to be redone every second
                   It never lasts
Sometimes behind a beautiful smiley, hides abuse and violence 


*Written for a friend*
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Roper Avatar
March 20, 2015 at 8:07 AM
Well written poem, Njeri, abuse is such a terrible thing, then to involve children is so wrong. a 7 for this poem blessings dear friend
Hunjeri Avatar
March 22, 2015 at 11:24 PM
Thank you Eve. And thanks for the 7. Blessings to you too my friend
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