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GLASS HOUSE
She had a friend in the wall
A shadow threw back the ball
Mother came home bruised again
But she will always know what’s best
Smoke still lingers on her hand-me-downs
Other kids say that she should drown
Father’s home again, no time for this
Cries herself a belated birthday wish
You shouldn’t show concern
I’m sorry the food has burned
I suppose I’m just distracted
Glass house
Lost, found
She is safe beneath the cupboard
Glass house
Too loud
I hear them screaming at each other
Glass house
Father grabs the belt now and then
Because her grades are slipping again
But there’s love in every lashing
It’s better than mother’s thrashing
She assures that outside corrupts
In her eyes, she begs of trust
All these years bleed into a sink
Takes the weight off what she drinks
You shouldn’t show concern
That home is proper burned
When they took too many tallies
Glass house
Lost, found
She is safe beneath the cupboard
Glass house
Too loud
I hear them screaming at each other
Glass house
Published 20th Nov 2016
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10th Dec 2016 7:59am
Such a sad and yet painful write I felt like some of it I could relate to.
Amazing job well done, Ubiquitous 👏🏼😢
Amazing job well done, Ubiquitous 👏🏼😢
23rd Jan 2023 5:29am
The sad part is this does happen in some homes and it’s very real… well done
