the best thing
you managed to achieve
to not become like your father
was instead of beating your wife
you beat your children
you beat me
and him
and him, too
because
you said
we looked nothing like her
just like you
though
*
but you overcrowded her body with your violence
in silenced ways
my mother obeys
cries that never made it through her mouth
I am the remnants of my father’s incessant cruelty
my father’s insatiability
and misogyny
and my mother whispers stay alive
abandoned I grow in a body harassed
*
I grow because he killed her some more
Croque-Melpomene 