moma's cries
I remember seeing the bruises
and hearing your cries

i Remember all the lies

Good day sir, how are you?
with a fake smile
held together by eye shadow

Good day miss, how are you?
trying not to move to fast
(swaying in pain)
Frightened and Discouraged

I am good sir
you say
secretly dying each day.

i remember how the tears looked
mixing with the blood drips
falling from your face

i remember when
Sunday came
time to put that game face on again

go to meetings
pretend to be whole again
(i wonder did you listen)

i remember when it was time to leave them
getting to eat was a great treat
it came with a price of defeat

standing in the street
watching him retreat

moma's cries

i remember the late night drives
looking at the stars in the sky
hearing you sob and wonder why

i remember moma's cries.