My name is Briana
I am but thirteen,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see.
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made my mama mad ?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren’t ugly.
Then maybe my mother would hug me.
I can’t speak at all
I can’t do a wrong
Or else I’m locked up
All day long.
When I awake I’m all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren’t home.
When my momma does come
I’ll try and be nice,
So maybe I’ll get just
One whooping tonight.
Don’t make a sound !
I just hear a car
My mama is back
From Charlie’s Bar.
I hear her curse,
My name she calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From her evil eyes
I’m so afraid now
I’m starting to cry.
She finds me weeping
She shouts ugly words,
She says it’s my fault
That she suffers at work.
She slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for door.
She’s already locked it
And I start to bawl,
She takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken
And my mother’s abuse continues
With more bad words spoken…
“I’m sorry”!, I scream
But it’s now too much late
Her face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And she finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay their motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
And my name is Briana
Tonight my biological mama
Murdered me.