Rage in Her

Her rage is not only hers, but it is also running in her blood

She has been a little child
Since then, she heard doors slam
every breath she took,
She knew the whole house shook

She was 14, she got slapped twice
Marks on cheek; trapped water in eyes
She never shouted, never said a word
She listened to everything wrong

It was the 7th month of being 17,
He broke vases, watches, and glass tables
for the first time in a while, she looked
took the bedside table and raised it above

For the first time, he stepped back
The first time, she didn’t look down
First time, she was the angrier one
She resorted to the thing she hated

Her father’s rage runs deep
in her veins, it breathes,
Every ounce of her cells rebels
Every time she screams in pain

With love, Cynthia