Julio Lara
Young boy turned much
older by the age of ten to the realities of life and scenes of torment
A father turned bad
at the end of a bottle
A situation sprinting
moving full throttle
The sound of a body dragged
The sight of the same
body tagged
Watching his father
Hurting his mother
His sister watches
The mother had
reached for the phone calling for rescue to come to her home
The boy confused to
why the father would turn to abuse
Both of liquor and of
fists, in a culture where these both are found to bring amuse
A man’s soul poisoned
made evident by the locked grip around her neck
Black suits, gold
accents. Two men hem the father and bring him away farther.
He is dragged, as his
wife had, through the door
Yelling “you did this
to me!” as he is brought through and placed on the floor.
Linked cuffs over
cuff links placed
A young boy’s heart
and mind both raced
The sight of a cowering sibling and a beaten
body
Who should he help if
he could even help anybody
The sound of a squad
car’s door closed
Black suit comes in
with a prose
“Everything will be
fine your mother will be safe.” Must not have noticed what just arose
The rest to the boy
was all a blur
Though the memory
still stirs as the old memory of his father burns
He knows that things
can never be the same
The shame of carrying
his father’s name
Julio L’s Post
ReplyDeleteI really like how Julio went away from the traditional paragraph post. This poem sounded very personal and heartfelt. It really opens up your eyes to the effect that domestic violence has on not just the mother, but also the entire family. I cannot imagine the emotional distress that a family must have to go through when dealing with a domestic violence dispute. I think this poem has an even deeper effect on the reader because of the disturbing fact that the boy mentioned is 10 years old. Domestic violence is such a scary topic regarding any age group but imagine a 10 year olds thought process seeing his father abuse his mother.
I enjoy this for the amount of emotion and passion the author has toward her/his writing. I am interested that you either wrote this or found it, but a poem about violence and other life issues like that by all means are my favorite types of poetry because, like I said before, the passion and emotion behind them. To comment on the content of the poem, I personally could not know the feeling of being shamed because I am carrying my father’s name. The amount of pain that this person must feel in order to feel shameful of family must be off of the radar. Do not get me wrong my family is not perfect by any means there are quite the amount of “shameful acts” but to hold that shame on something so strong as your own name has got me speechless. I hate that somewhere this person has to go through life holding this unwanted family grudge on their shoulders. I know it is not realistic, but if I could I’d invite this person into my own home and be a part of my family. Family is really, in my opinion, the only real bond you have with other human beings. Friends get busy, those you work with move on, people at your school forget, but family will always be there for you. I might just be foolish but anyone that is a constant part of my life; is family. To feel ashamed of those people just puts a knot in my stomach and makes my heart drop. I hope this person will stay strong because I just can’t imagine what that is personally like.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed how you wrote a poem rather than a paragraph. Writing a poem is way more effective then reading a long paragraph that gets boring and old to read. I can't even imagine what this boy had to go through which watching his father beat up his mother. The boy probably saw his dad as a superhero, like most kids do, but then he sees him abusing his mom. It's sad how this happens in many households, and nothing is done about it. More children need to stand up for what is right.
ReplyDeleteI like that you used a poem rather than a traditional paragraph to tell a story, because poems really do evoke different emotions within the reader.
ReplyDeleteThe sad part is knowing how true this poem is. I sit here at home with a lovely family that doesn't see violence like that, and just can't wrap my head around an act of violence like that. Sure, I see those television shows with the different acts, but I keep telling myself "they're only acting". There is no way that happens in real life. It's just hard to believe that things like this happen in the world around me. Like in the Santa Claus movies: "seeing isn't believing; believing is seeing." I just don't believe in the violence that can be done by others.
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