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Proper Daughter's Role?

*This is an abuse poem*
Dad staggered in, his eyes eerily lit,
The corners of his mouth foaming spit.
His demons planned an overnight stay.
I retreated to take the kids away,
Hide them in their rooms, safe in their beds,
I closed the door and they covered their heads,
As if blankets could mute the sounds of his blows,
Or they could silence my screams beneath their pillows.

Afterwards I hugged the little ones close to my chest,
'Till the beat of my heart lulled them to rest.
Only then did I let myself cry,
Only then did I let myself wonder why.
Why I didn't fight back, didn't defend,
Didn't confess to family or friend,
Had dad's demons claimed my soul?
Or was this a proper daughter's role?
Written by flightlessangel97 (Autumn Day)
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