In my father’s house,
there’s a photograph Dark blue eyes that peek from
behind the blanket, Dark blue eyes that burn into
the wooden carvings of Dark blue eyes that leak
salty tears as daddy shatters Red rivers inundate toward
the white sailboats in the ocean
Ahmani is a 21 year old young lady and
recent Biomedical Engineering graduate of the University of Miami.
Writing has always been her passion. She has been published in the
Mangrove Online Journal at the University, and has contributed to her
college yearbook. Ahmani is currently pursuing her graduate
education.
of a little boy with dark blue eyes and a faded smile.
watch as the shadow crawls off the floor and onto the wall
and shut quickly when the ears hear, “come here son”.
trains and planes on the headboard, as father’s hands
grab the pale flesh of his smooth, plump cheeks.
what could be, and breathlessly whispers –“this is our
little secret”
– until the coward warrior falls back to sleep beneath grey
trousers.
blue of the bed sheets. Red rivers that drift me back
to the moment of the photograph, in my father’s house.
I have had the opportunity to volunteer
with many children who have suffered from various kinds and levels of
abuse. This poem was written as a tribute to all those who have
suffered from any form of abuse, more specifically for those silent
survivors who too often do not speak up.
