My sister came home this morning
Out from home
I asked her if she had breakfast
She said she didn’t eat much
What took you so long?
She used to be busy during the day
‘Til she lost her job
So she’s got time in most days
Oh, why were you crying?
She was silent but in deep sobs
We fought again, uttered her
And I just didn’t know what to say—
She—coming from that toxic cycle
Was pathetic in so many ways
While I was the one who held her hand
My tears found a way to rip my floodgates apart
Looking at the bruises the MAN just knew how to mark
A lot became litters looming on the floor
Hard to pick ‘em up they were in bits to crumbs
She said, ‘’He was his usual self.”
She was at work
he was drunk all night
Where were my lil tomatoes and baby ostrich?
At home, terrified and crying
Why did you leave ‘em there?
He locked em up; she had to run
The only thing she could say
Can’t we do something?
She said, don’t do anything.
She can fix it; she will fix this-
The lies she had to tell
It was her fault, she was nagging him
I said, shame on him!
There’s no way you’d feel sorry
For him who knew nothing
But to injure, damage and destroy
Why won’t you leave him?
‘There was nothing much I could do’ was all she had to say
And so leave him! I told her that
No, I can’t! she blurted out
‘My kids won’t have a father—‘
This and she left our house
She went home and found
The TV broken, the rice cooker
On the floor with rice spread in waste
The clean clothes now wet with urine, burnt
Some ants crawling and cockroaches feasting
On the fouled, soggy left overs
Poured on the pile from her hard-earned labor
Near the doorway diffused widely on
the mat-less floor,
her blood stained the wall after he
hit her with his knuckles
and every day, it seemed a habit
they both couldn’t adore.