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The Boom
Men in business attire.
Men with too much power.
Never thought about it
'til now.
My father was
one of them.
Booming voice, hate in his hands.
I cowered at that boom.
Shielded my face
from his fists.
Pinned to the wall.
Helpless.
Couldn't get away.
Men in suits.
Now I know.
Reminders of that man.
Not a man at all.
I'll hate him
past the day I die.
copyright 2021
by Insomnia
(AJ Kline Robinson)
written August 1, 2021
9:59 p.m.
Men in business attire.
Men with too much power.
Never thought about it
'til now.
My father was
one of them.
Booming voice, hate in his hands.
I cowered at that boom.
Shielded my face
from his fists.
Pinned to the wall.
Helpless.
Couldn't get away.
Men in suits.
Now I know.
Reminders of that man.
Not a man at all.
I'll hate him
past the day I die.
copyright 2021
by Insomnia
(AJ Kline Robinson)
written August 1, 2021
9:59 p.m.