of arguments,
of loud voices
all trying to be heard
above the din.
i cringe now
at confrontation,
of disagreement.
i'm done with the fight.
done
with the drama,
the tearing out of hairs,
the punch,
the broken bones,
the curses that once
filled
my ears.
turn off the noise.
wipe the blood off my
mother's face.
change the locks, tolerate
no abuse.
no longer be afraid.
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