Black Eyes and Motherhood
Mother's Black and Blue World
Must hold my words close to my tongue,
No emotions I’ll express.
The beast, six kids, an empty purse,
God, give me hope for rest.
I cannot run, they shackle me.
I cannot stay and die.
What life is this you’ve given us?
The tears, they never dry.
My children hide in closets,
And crawl under their bed.
I tell them to be silent,
He will find them, I dread.
Shades of black and blue,
Paint the days of my life.
I never should have listened,
When they said “Be a wife…”
He broke my nose,
Then he broke my heart.
Was he always so cruel?
When did it all start?
So, take your best shot!
I’m numb to it all!
Small shadows watch close,
From a light in the hall.
About the Creator
DeEtta Miller
Found my "Voice" as a college student of forty-seven. Once a memoir was written, fiction, poetry and non-fiction became my passions.
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