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Mama please stop cryin'
I can't stand the sound
An eight year old hugged her knees, sitting on her bed with the door shut. the sound of her mother crying in pain seemed to echo through the house. Her nine year old brother, Dallas, hugged his little sister, trying to comfort her as a tear slipped down the redhead's pale cheek.
Your pain is painful
And it's tearin' me down
" Mommy ! I got an A on my test ! " Lola, the eight year old child, scurried in through the door, flailing her graded paper proudly.
" Dammit, Lola ! " her mother cursed, " you're gonna break the door, running in like that. Can't you do anything right ? " A disheartened look appeared on the girl's face, her lower lip beginning to tremble.
I hear glasses breakin'
As I sit up in my bed
The vase could be heard crashing against her closed door again. Now she was nine, and nothing had changed. No matter how many times she begged and cried. No matter how hard she tried to be a good student. What was she doing wrong ?
I told Dad you didn't mean
Those nasty things you said
" D - Daddy . . . You know that Mama wasn't telling the truth, right ? Mama was just upset . . . " Lola whimpered helplessly. Her father glared at her, taking another swig of his alcohol.
" Yeah, I'm sure. "
You fight about money
'Bout me and my brother
" Look ! Dallas can't be doing this s**t all the time ! Why can't he just be like Lola ? " Her father bellowed.
" No one's perfect, Jay, " the mother said, trying to reason.
It ain't easy, growin' up in World War III
A ten year old Lola grabbed onto her father's arm, preventing him from swinging at her mother. " Daddy ! Stop it ! " the girl cried. Suddenly, she felt a hand to her face, knocking her against the wall.
" You b*****d ! " Dally's voice snapped. Through her teary vision, she could see Dally throwing punches at her father.
" Stop it ! Please stop ! " Lola's cries were ignored, and the fight continued.
Never knowin' what love could be
" Darry, can I stay the night ? My parents are fightin' again and Dal's gone off somewhere, " the eleven year old asked her friend.
" Yeah . . . My mom and pops won't mind . . . They like having you over, " The eldest Curtis brother said, smiling comfortingly.
You'll see, I don't want love to destroy me
Like it has done my family
Now Lola was twenty, married to Darry and with children. " C'mon, Lolli. You just can't let John keep getting away with this ! "
" H - He's not perfect, Darry ! " Lolli choked on her words, remembering the exact argument from twelve years ago.
" Lolli ! He's got to straighten up or -- Lolli ? " The redhead had broken into a sob, still scarred by the memories of her family life. Darry knew all too well.
" Sh, Shhh. Calm down, Lolli. You're okay, " Darry wrapped his arms around his wife, whispering to her soothingly. Like he used to when Lolli showed up at their doorstep, crying her heart out.
In our family portrait
We look pretty happy
We look pretty normal
Let's go back to that
" Darry, I want us to be a happy family. Please ? " Lolli said, looking up from their family photo they had taken a few months earlier.
Her husband smiled knowingly and kissed the redhead's forhead. " We are. "
 iReggie · Thu May 27, 2010 @ 07:25am · 0 Comments |
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