Four corners of my home
As if I knew what home was.
Was it the screaming of pain?
The shouting of my mother,
Or was it my dad, abusing her?
I Remember that time
Of Old rain and thunderous clashing
The breaking of pots and pans
To the dishes that crack.
And the monstrous yell,
The abhorrent yelp.
My melancholy smile,
As I stormed down the stairs.
With war rage in my heart,
I went to protect her.
I came back home,
With my mother's hand.
Tears running down my spine
The chill of adrenaline
As it soothed my mind.

And I said

“Mama”
“I will always protect you.”

With my crooked teeth,
And A smile worth a million suns.