Domestic Abuse

turn the tv up

Turn the TV Up

By JFarrell

 

You hear my dad shouting again, drunk;

You’ve heard it before;

You know what comes next;

And what do you do?

Turn the TV up.

 

You hear the first slap;

My mum screams,

Followed by 2 or 3 muffled thumps;

And what do you do?

Turn the bloody TV up.

 

You hear him start on the kids, shouts, slaps;

Muffled cries, screams…

Ah, finally, silence, they’ve stopped.

And what do you do?

Turn the f*cking TV up.

 

 

You see the bruises on my face the next day,

As you have many times before.

You smile and are polite, as if you don’t know what happened, you are complicit.

What you SHOULD have done, last night,

Was turn the f*cking TV off and call the police.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

a personal one that hurt a lot, but it NEEDS to be said

I got out

I still can’t believe it

When I say it I don’t mean it.

Sometimes I even dream it

I can’t believe that I got out

I look back yeah,

I got out alive.

I got to big blue skies

Removed the sadness from my eyes

Now a scar on my knee

From when on the floor you dragged me

Is the only battle scar

I hold my head up high these days

I say my prayers out loud these days

And I never look behind these days.

 

I am a survivor, not a victim.

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Mermaid Aquarium

wide eyed and terrified

aesthetically profound

with gills on her heart

hold her under until she drowns

 

thin lipped and stripped

beautifully bound

with hooks in her heart

hold her under until she drowns

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when it comes to you.

fearful of making the same mistakes

though I am more than likely to

because there are things I'd like to ask 

and as easy as those questions come

it is hard when they come to you

 

you weren't just a holiday or vacation

though you share the sentiment of one

because you are every day and every night

and you are the ache in between my giggles

my disorientation when the night greets the sun

 

there were a handful of faces to pick apart

though only yours really came into view

because you had the nerve to confront my absurdities 

and much of that I needed to hear

most of what you had to say about me was true

 

to make your eyes illuminate is a wish

though I am unsure of what my efforts would transpire

because the closer I hope to get

and the further things trail away

I am surely only causing your will to tire

 

fearful of making the same mistakes

though I am more than likely to

because there are things I'd like to ask 

and as easy as those questions come

it is hard when they come to you

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Pu55y N1gg@z

Haul ass for your life see there's an outbreak like the flick, instead of coughs and monkeys there's outrageous flaky shit,
that's brewed inside the Bricks and all around so take a sip, these niggaz swear they're hard forever actin str8 the bitch.

I'm sure you know this type of dude, they're never down with me, the type that hit the bathroom and they go sit down and pee,
their street cred's all they have at least that's how it sounds to me, until I look around and see the blatant clownery.

There're children raising children, where is Daddy? They don't know, these pussies makin plans the kids'll wait but they don't show,
and then will take his woman's kids to eat and to a show, I call these Mickey D ass niggaz fatherhood to go.

You also have those pussy niggaz quick to pitch a fit, they'll sip a fifth of Cris and use their fists to hit on chicks,
for what they may insist to be unzipping of the lips, or other hints of bullshit pussy nigga, get a grip.

They have the pregnant wife and plus the girlfriend on the way, to hurry up and have those babies, fetus ondele,
but cuddled next to wifey is just where they're gonna stay, they better hope that God feels merciful; they oughta pray.

They zip the finest whips throughout the hood like rabbits race, all kitted down but living up in mama's attic space,
they calls themselves some men and yet they have to scanvenge dates, by sneaking past their mommies' pets, I see the cat's awake.

Won't knock ya hustle pussy nigga, go on do the do, the truth I know is way too much to ask a fool like you,
a muthafuckin loser yet you're steady talkin smack, you're just not worth the time so go ahead, talk to my back.

My ladies hold ya head, continue pushin up with ease, and please don't let the menstral cramps of pussies such as these,
deter you from attempting to acquire just what's best, there're good men out there if you're looking, still some of us left.

So hurry up and douche those pussies cause they're rotten stink, it be that way sometime cause if you really stop and think,
there's nothing worse than funky pussy, call it more than right, so once you clean that box out baby, haul ass for your life.

©2011

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A friend of mine was frustrated with her domestic situation and asked if I could write something to make her feel better about it. This is that effort.