Violence In The Home Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

The worry and anguish that comes with this home.
Built on arrangements and not marriage alone.
Believe me throwing of plates feels like avalanche of stone.

It was the first fight.
My sister was shaken and she didn't seem alright.
I cried tears, tears of light.

I wanted to call the police.
"Call the police on your father? "
"You're the one who caused this commotion and scared little sister."
This is the ways of an unloved father.

So I can say I have experienced.
Not knowing the meaning of what it is to be sustained.

What is this resilience?
No respect in variance.

I would say sorry.
But he should too and what he should do I should not worry.
This time, forgiveness doesn't feel as it should be given so easily.