Thursday, December 20, 2007

Always, Most Days

for the ppl who love the ppl who abuse them, more than themselves
wake up

I love you
always
most days
under the quilt
your grandmother made
under the sun
sipping lemonade

I love you
always
most days
talking on the phone
‘til dawn breaks
talking at school
‘bout the life we’ll make

I love you
always
most days
when you beat me
though I’m scared
when I’m hiding
another beating feared

I love you
always
most days
when you left
called me whore
burdened with baby
pain endured

I love you
Always

Most days.

© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007

1 comment:

Obie Quiet said...

Is the voice in this poem taking licks and not reporting it to the police?