So many angry words
Are shouted through tears into
Ears of innocence in miniature mortal,
Through portals, to the core of
Metamorphosing young, warping development,
Predicting perseveration of debasement.
Toxic tyranny begets years of torment…
A son cries in fear
As bellowing frightens and confuses,
And father abuses the one who nurtures,
Who’s the only protection, till she
Needs protecting, not able to shelter
Her young from witnessing ugliness
From growing and learning
What a family is and how it lives
Toxic tyranny begets years of torment…
Teenage boy coercing girl, reliving
Lessons learned in home schooling
From first teacher, man of anger,
Molded in his image, growing to be
Fashioned in father’s form
No escaping prevalent storms within.
Toxic tyranny begets years of torment…
G. K. Bostic – 5/12/11
The Writings of G. K. Bostic 
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