sting

raised hands to strike,
to show might to an innocent,
so much power in hands,
you would flinch at sight,
or sound of displeasure,
by any means or measure,
to make your presence,
known or felt cruelness ,
of words or lash of belt,
rearing children,what was
rising was a propensity of
violence,that would haunt he
who has brought it to life,
let sleeping dogs lie, but
dogs don't sleep in our beds
truths come to light, the dog
often bites the hand of the one
that has fed him, misled them
to believe ,you beat them to obey,
searching for unrequited love,and approval ,abuse never goes away, the force from the hand has gone,
pain and the scars linger on.

v.holmes poetistlafemme