Cycles

At six years old she saw her momma get beat. She cried and screamed, staring at her mom with tear filled eyes.

Eight years old, the beatings get worse. Mom’s always wearing makeup, dad’s full of apologies. After all the broken promises, nothing ever changes.

Twelve years old, momma turned to alcohol. Dad came home to relieve his stress, on mommas’ fragile body.

Sixteen years old, she’s got a boyfriend now. She cries and screams, begging him to stop. Covering the bruises, and drowning her sorrows in a bottle.

Momma stares at her with tear filled eyes.

We fail to remember, children imitate what they see.

 

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