Question

It happened today,
and my leg still burns.
Yeah I kicked first.
Say it loud.
Use it like it explains everything.
It doesn’t.
Years of fear and pain live in my muscles,
not in a single moment.
He grabbed me.
And I was small again,
learning early that fathers can hurt
and still call it discipline.
“You don’t have a future.”
“You’ll end up on the streets.”
“Like your brother.”
As if my life is already written,
as if dreams only exist when he sees them.
I had plans.
Quiet ones.
Real ones.
Maybe if he paid attention,
he’d know I’m trying.
I mess up.
I get in trouble.
But who taught me how to grow
without fear in my own home?
Not everyone grows perfect.
Some of us grow defensive, bruised, angry.
I’m not trying to be bad.
I’m trying to survive,
trying to become more
than the version he predicted.
Today hurt.
But today does not define me.
I am not the street.
I am not my brother.
I am the child he ignored
and I will rise anyway.

Answer 1

I feel this poem. why does it hit so hard. I was in that exact situation and damn I feel this. I am so sorry this happened. its like that parent choosing the others over you because that one sibling messed up. you will be strong and you WILL not let him get to you.

Answer 2

I feel like crying after reading this, your words hit hard jazzy. I may not understand the pain that youre going through but I’m always here. Im nas your friend who will be here through all your up’s and down. Like you told me jazzy we don’t give up. We won’t we’ll fight and thrive we will conquer every obstacle. Im here till the end.

Answer 3

its so liver touching .... am gonna read it again