I always thought this is something I cannot talk about, not even write about. But I’ve seen other poets unafraid of bringing it up. So I’ve started hinting at it. Not sure if this poem says what I want it to, but it felt good to write and read it out to m


I don’t do my chores anymore

I live with my brother now
I don’t order the bread
I don’t open the door for the cook
I don’t put the clothes in the machine

I used to, but I don’t anymore
And when asked why
I remember the times
I was beaten,
I was hit,
I was threatened,
I felt helpless
And I remember what he said
‘I’m preparing you for the world.’




Poetry by Inspired
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Written on 2025-06-19 at 09:26

Tags Violence  Chores  Brother 

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2025-06-19