Poetry

Excuse me ma'am,
Will you sit down and talk to me?
A beautiful daughter you have,
a proud mother you must be.

Excuse me ma'am,
Will you have a talk with me?
I think I'm in love with your daughter,
But then again I've always been much of a dreamer.

Excuse me ma'am,
I'd like to talk about that day in February,
Or that night I will say
Your beautiful daughter sleeping soundly in her bed
Not making a peep
A soft pillow under her head

She thought she was safe,
She thought everything was okay
But that night you bursted into her room with anger!

THAT NIGHT YOU BEAT HER RIGHT IN THE SPOT THAT SHE LAIED!

Excuse me ma'am,
You're a selfish mother
I don't know what you were thinking,
why couldn't you stay calm?
You beat her,
mentally and physically

Excuse me ma'am,
Tell me what you felt
as you smacked the belt against your daughters soft skin!
Tell me what you heard!
Definitely not your innocent daughters cries and prayers

Excuse me ma'am
Tell me what you felt the next day
As you saw your helpless child with marks on her arm
A swollen face
And welts on her legs

Excuse me ma'am please tell me,
How do you call yourself a mother?