Sneaky Pain

I can still feel the presence of the streets
The sound of gunshots in my sleep
Crying babies
Fist fights
Tobacco filled rooms
Vodka breath
All of us in one room watching tv while madness is committed outside the walls
Loud music and voices roared over the tv shows
We were young and confused
Mothers and Fathers fought in our face
While we cried and screamed for them to stop
We stayed up all night while the police stated a pile of questions 
I can still feel everything 
The beatings
The blood trickling 
I can still feel all of the hurt


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