When I grow up I want to be a carpet
so she doesn’t have to walk on bare boards.
I want to turn the other cheek and wear matching bruises.
I want to learn to stay quiet not to make her fight.
I want her to see me not around me
to love me not be angry
When I grow up I want to be
a different me.
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com