Damaged Goods

I am what life has made me
My home has only known pain
The sight of my father
 baseball bat in his hand
the wimpering of my mother
as each blow hit her body
her pleading lasting throughout the night

He stops
turns towards me
crouched in a corner to scared to breath
Grabs my already tender body
the words from his mouth
curses the very Gods above
Throws me down on the floor

He could have been the best
rugby fly half of the season
but they would not have allowed him
to have a living coiled up little boy
as the target for his kick

Another day and the pain begins
I fear for my mother
The only color on her
crimson liquid
dissolving the smile
I shared with her today

Astonished i watch
the venom of hate
attacking my mother
the one dear to my heart
it turned towards me
and i had nowhere to run

It came from afar
a cry so deep
I thought the earth
was about to erupt

With strength  from abuse
my mother stood up
and took back
her dignity

Surprised the demon
stripped from his weapons
was the one on the floor
The power of love
drove her to destroy

For months we never stopped running
no place to call home
no food on my plate
and in the end

All that I became
was damaged goods.