Runny Jelly
I said, "that's not fair,"
and I hit the wall.
It's gotten so bad
that I flinch when you raise your hand,
I quiver at the sound of your voice,
and shake when you set your eyes on me.
She said, "I hate you,"
you shoved her against the wall
and threw her out.
You yelled and screamed the whole way.
I peeked through the curtains to watch her curse the heavens,
But I didn't do a thing.
You yelled at mom.
She yelled back
and you hit her.
The mark shone against her skin.
I stood there
untouched by her pain.
You stormed out,
Tried squealing.
I turned and asked "are you alright?"
I didn't really mean it.
She said "yes,"
not really meaning it.
Years down the road
Still the same routine.
Yelling,
empty sypathy,
and it's every girl for herself.
Now that I've grownup,
moved out,
and have nearly forgotten you,
I've got the guts to say, "Fuck you."
I came back
that fire finally boiling over,
a gun in my hand,
and lungs full of brimstone.
I say, "Listen you sick fuck,
I'm not gonna take it,
and neither are they."
You launch from your lazy boy,
fat flapping,
eyes murdering.
"I've fed you,
and raised you,
you little slut.
Don't come in here expecting things to go your way."
"Trust me,
they aren't going yours."
BAM!
Just like that you stop,
runny, red jelly pooling on the floor,
mama crying,
and sister screaming.
Next thing I know,
red lights are flashing,
silver bracelets clacking,
marandas read,
and triumph blazing.
"I hope you know I did it for you!"
Mama looks up and says,
"don't you know he changed?"
"Leopards don't change their spots.
You'll thank me later."
The trial comes,
I've got life,
and I say "that's not fair."
and I hit the wall.
It's gotten so bad
that I flinch when you raise your hand,
I quiver at the sound of your voice,
and shake when you set your eyes on me.
She said, "I hate you,"
you shoved her against the wall
and threw her out.
You yelled and screamed the whole way.
I peeked through the curtains to watch her curse the heavens,
But I didn't do a thing.
You yelled at mom.
She yelled back
and you hit her.
The mark shone against her skin.
I stood there
untouched by her pain.
You stormed out,
Tried squealing.
I turned and asked "are you alright?"
I didn't really mean it.
She said "yes,"
not really meaning it.
Years down the road
Still the same routine.
Yelling,
empty sypathy,
and it's every girl for herself.
Now that I've grownup,
moved out,
and have nearly forgotten you,
I've got the guts to say, "Fuck you."
I came back
that fire finally boiling over,
a gun in my hand,
and lungs full of brimstone.
I say, "Listen you sick fuck,
I'm not gonna take it,
and neither are they."
You launch from your lazy boy,
fat flapping,
eyes murdering.
"I've fed you,
and raised you,
you little slut.
Don't come in here expecting things to go your way."
"Trust me,
they aren't going yours."
BAM!
Just like that you stop,
runny, red jelly pooling on the floor,
mama crying,
and sister screaming.
Next thing I know,
red lights are flashing,
silver bracelets clacking,
marandas read,
and triumph blazing.
"I hope you know I did it for you!"
Mama looks up and says,
"don't you know he changed?"
"Leopards don't change their spots.
You'll thank me later."
The trial comes,
I've got life,
and I say "that's not fair."