Do you care about that girl?
That girl that lies there
covered in bruises?
I saw you hit her.
It’s not funny.
That’s your daughter.
Don’t you care?
She came to my house
yesterday crying.
Your daughter’s pregnant
with your son.
Do you care?
That she’s covered in bruises?
I saw the scars on her back,
did you cause them?
She won’t tell me
do you care
that she sits
in her closet
crying?
No, you don’t care.
I heard you laughing
about those bruises,
you don’t love
her at all, and your son?
You’ll end up killing him.
I heard the stories,
yes, all of them.
She told me about her back.
Yes, I know how they got there,
that knife in your pocket,
you should be ashamed.
No, you don’t care.
That’s why I laugh
as you get taken away
in hard metal handcuffs.
She's safe now but you still
don't care.
Do you?