Monster

Abike didn't survive his last blow,  

Few weeks back, Abike was thriving, 

I could nearly feel her gentle heartbeat.

But he washed her down my feet,

shedding her blood 

as he made my body his punching bag.

For what? 

Drunkenness? 

His own misery?

Arike's brown skin is like a canvas of scars, 

each one holding depths of pain,

and memories she constantly tries to forget.

Honor thy father… 

What if my father is a monster? 

Dear Journal, can we go back to the days when Fred was a man, my love, my everything. 

When his love satisfied me

and filled me with hope.

When his face brought sweet dreams

and not deathly mares. 

Please, send my tears to God, 

tell him I want out.

I can no longer live with this monster.