An open palm descends on back
Dealt with force a hefty smack
Then another just as bad
I’m scared, upset, a broken lad
Stinging skin that’s turned bright red
What goes on inside his head?
For him to hit me quite so hard
Then tell me not to be so mard
The anger in his face so clear
But no way will I shed a tear
The gritted teeth and wild eyed stare
I can’t fight back it’s so unfair
When it stops I’m on my feet
Go to my room, a safe retreat
And only when I close the door
My silent tears fall to the floor
But now I know the signs and when
This scene will play out once again
