Anteilnahme | poetry

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


you said

we looked nothing like her

just like you



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

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2023 | Instagram: croque_melpomene

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