Why?
The woman you swung at me so hard
Why did you hit me when I was down and defenseless?
Your child told you that I hit him and without questioning me
You grabbed the nearest belt and attacked me
All I ask is why?
Why?
Was I that bad of kid for you to resort to such violence?
You can deny a lie, but you cannot stifle the truth
You made me feel like a nobody when I was around you I brought home excellent report cards and academic awards
Nothing was ever good enough for you I did not even have a social life thanks to you Because of you, my perception of a woman is different
In the depth of my mind, I cannot help but wonder if most women behave identically to you
About the Creator
Aayan Muhammad
Screenwriter, producer, author,poet, independent filmmaker and Army Veteran. Can be reached on telegram @aayanmuhammad78
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