The way he kicked the rocks
He kicked rocks and started snorting the powder
The way he drunk the 40
He drunk and started beating the little girl Lorrie
The way he worked all day
He worked on rapeing his lover to stay
Because
Behind his tough hands
A harmless little powerless man
Stood silent attacked by the world
Of a stench that made his stomach hurl
The person started to come out within him
His heart was so cold it would break if it bend
Because
The women he loved so much
Cheated and made his soul crush
The daughter he beaten
Died along with his dreams
Because
She died when he was seven
Being sent to heaven
By the man within him
He hated to be stuck to his limb
It was
His father
Who would drink the 40 and berch
Who put his own daughter in a hearse
Who made his son the next victim
Who took a nap after he slowly and emotionally killed him
My first reaction after reading this poem was “wow”. I honestly needed a breather after that. Intense and poignant. The volta caught me by surprise. I give you credit for writing a gut-wrenching piece.
Suggestion:
In the first stanza, is it “beaten” or “beating”?
beating