Nightmares and Imbetweens
A busted boys heart
Beaten black and blue
His bloody hands pray for help
A cowering child
Shaking by the door
Lowers his head and wonders if anyone can help
A woman in fear
She knows her husband will be home
She speaks to the wall that broke her face if anyone will hear her cries for help
“Homo” they say
They want you to hear
Don't feel your pain
They are oh so full of cheer
They will think you're funny
The coolest guy around
All the girls would want you
All hands down
Mommy his blue eyes plead
I won't do it again
But you see
She doesn't care
It's not you it's me
Raise that hand again
You will feel relieved
That child loves you
Set him free
She stands with her head held high
Hands deep in suds with her face prettied up
She thinks he will be pleased
He stumbles through the door screaming
“What the hell are these?!”
He refers to the flowers in the vase by the door
“Your son picked those for me
It's mother's day you know”
“Your no mother you're a whore”
Do you think this is okay?
You're all making mistakes
People should love people not mean harm in any way
Everyone is different
All in their own special way
You may like men or women or both and it's okay!
You're a sweet young boy
Your mother does love you she just can't show it in the right way
The spouse who brings home hate doesn't mean the pain
He may throw you into walls and bash your face
But it's not your fault, I swear it's true
The people who bring sorrow need help not you
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