The sound of screaming, yelling and crying keeps me up at night
The sound of his ferocious voice is carved in to my memory
And the scream of a young boy enduring the pain of punches is like the sounds of fingernails screeching across a blackboard
A man that stood 6ft tall and weighs over 300 pounds would almost beat the life out of a boy who was 5’5 and weighed no more than 150 pounds, but the punches kept coming
I hear the never-ending crying out from a boy who wishes that the board would break into pieces so small that they would not be seen as dust
But what he doesn’t know is that there is another board waiting to bruise his young flesh
Only this board is stronger, thicker, and can withstand being hit against his small frame
Brown skin turns purple when it has been through torment
And innocent eyes turn black when getting in the way of flying fist
And little girls grow cold hearts when she realizes that you are the bad guy
Punch after punch the screams become louder and there is no escape from what is happening
From belt to cord, from cord to board, from board to another one, another one to fist; it’s a never ending cycle
And then there was a crack
But no one can hear the crack over the punches and screaming
And the boy is in such much pain that he doesn’t realize that one of his ribs has just broken
His broken rib was explained to the school as something a bully did,
But what they failed to mention is that bully was a beast and that he was heartless
And we call the man dad.