Bruises Poem by Jessica Henning

the mark upon the bathroom towel will soon hear tears of pain
for the father they had grown to know was causing so much vain

the blood between the two of them did not match their fathers
so what gives him the right to come and cause them so much bothers

the cutting board in the kitchen was just a gadget at first
until we did something wrong itd be the cause of many bursts

we told him that we loved him so we didnt understand
the reason he would get so mad and hit me with his hand

there were times id wonder if we'd make it through the night
for every thing was going wrong but she thought it all was right

the bruises soon will fade but the scars are always here
we'll stay hidden in our bedrooms for pain is what we fear

the time came when we had to leave and keep him out of sight
things didnt stay that way he came with much more fright

the apartment where we lived was really nice and clean
shed lock us in our rooms if he started to get mean

he couldnt stand the way she was keeping us from him
we knew when something was wrong when the lights turned down to dim

the last thing on our mind was moving back there
we had no choice at first and people would stop and stare

grandma came by early to help pack up our things
well have to wait til morning to see what new day brings