His fist hits me straight in my face

my missing teeth he cannot replace

The Thrill and enjoyment of beating his child

The look in his eyes animalistic and wild

lights off chasing me through the basement so he could lay me a blow

 I had nowhere to hide & nowhere to go

Alone & Afraid I wait in the dark

he will be coming the great Italian shark

All I gotta do is make it to the staircase 

run as fast as I can and find a safe place

This poem is about: 
My family


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