Eyes

Eyes

Look into my eyes…
I do not see as you do…
I see the truth…

I see the world for what it really is…
A wasteland full of pain and hate…

Now look into this five year olds face…
Look how she never even frowns…
But deep down you don’t really know the truth…
Or what she really went through…
Her mom gets beat while she sits and she cries…
Listening to the screams outside the bathroom door…
Whispering to herself “Daddy please…no more”…

Okay here’s a friend of mine…
Let’s focus on her…
Clothes worn and torn…
Gets thrown against walls while her mom can barely stand up….
Well now its Christmas morning and she’s now nine…
She walks up to her mom and whispers “Mommy…the bad man’s gone”
Oh no that’s not the end yet…
Don’t even think about it…
The girls fourteen now and her mom still drinks…
And she has to hide the scars…
The scars up on her arms…
All she can do is scream “Why mom!? Why!?”…

Now here’s a boy about the age of sixteen…
His mom left him at the age of a couple of months…
I’d say two…
And his dad beats him through and through…
The blood that runs down his arm is the blood that pumps from a heart full of hate…
He brings the knife to his arm and whispers “Why is this, my fate?”

So here’s a girl who’s scared to go home…
Cause all she does is get slapped and thrown…
Her dad pins her down and holds her wrist…
No matter what she says or does…
He won’t stop, he won’t let go…
All she can do is scream “Please daddy NO!!”

I just want you to understand and to see…
Let me ask you a question and I want an honest answer…
Have you ever had to sit and cry while you listen to the screams of your mom?
Or have you ever had a beer bottle thrown at you?
Or been beaten with a metal belt by someone who you should trust?
Ever been raped?
Yea…didn’t think so…

(This poem is dedicated to my two good friends Hannah and Michael. )