He knocked me to the floor of our home,
And kept punching me in the stomach
Threatening to chop my hair off.
No one came to my rescue,
So I decided to leave.
I was running in the street, crying
Dragging a lot of bags behind me.
My brother was running after me, trying to drag me back.
I kept running from him, screaming.
I was running and crying
And he kept pulling me back.
Until I fell to the ground and my elbow started bleeding.
I was on the ground, shaking, and screaming,
Until everyone in the street saw me.