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Family Secrets

Paskanell Beeman


See our family portrait
Happy and bright
Look through the window
Truth thought sight

Mom, water sliding from her eyes
Dad, out of sight washing his guilt
She puts on make-up
Hide the purples, blacks and blues

Brother and me terrified
What to do

Hear him coming
Pretend to sleep
Here him hitting pounding her flesh

Now everyone smile
While the camera flashes
Such a pretty picture
Perfect family

You may not see it
But we know the truth
Our mirror selves
All hidden from view.