What’s your story?

Is it a violent one ? Am sorry!

It’s a story familiar to many a family.

No ordered sequence

Or consistent mode of occurrence

Has violence become our normal anomaly?

The tragic end of many friends and family?

I remember mine not with fondness

Memories of trauma from the madness

Our home a dysfunctional mess

The shame of all the ugliness

The insults stripped all the confidence

The blows would mean our opulence

If every strike fell with monetary prevalence

Oh, the terror that came with our existence

Death felt like the ultimate intent

So real at times it felt imminent

If not by him then a self inflict

Death felt like the only respite

Spooked by the boozed up dark angel’s visits

Intermittent peace familiar to a war zone but

The vigilant wailers we made prefect

The art of not provoking a fight

Agile our light feet ready to take flight

A silent tune that we danced to most nights

Unlike the reggae wailers the feeling

We got was not an irie feeling

But an eerie feeling

Of constant fright

We had to take flight

For our safety

For Sanity
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©️ C Akui 2020

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