Don't Hit Her
Stop stop!
Your hurting her!
Let her go!
My mind slows
As he delivers each blow
Protect her is what my heart screams
My eyes sting as my tears stream
Hit me! Hit me!
Fight somone your own size!
He begins to rise.
To my surprise
He leaves
Grabs his keys
He's out the door
Me and my mom are left crying on the floor
Still hungry
Still poor
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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