What good does it do,
To the girl you call names.
What good is in it,
To the guy you throw punches at.
All that remains
Is a desolate soul.
Does she still call you 'family'
After all those whiffs and sniffs?
Does he still call you 'boss'
When you abuse your own power?
All that is left
Is a person who feels dejected.
What would you do
If she left you one night
Painted bruises and cuts over her body.
Now closing her fragile heart
forevermore,
She embraces your children
With the love you could not give.
Are they still calling you names?
Is your body aching?
Are you in pain?
Are you feeling ashamed?
Are you blaming yourself?
Do they hear you cry?
Are you tired of it all?
You are a person.
A person with dignity and respect.
A person who is meant to soar high,
Born with wings and starry eyes.
