Lost Superhero

My Mommy, boy, was she a
superhero. She could do it all
own her own. She was like
Superman only a girl. She
was Super girl. Also she had
no kyrptonite that I Knew of
that is until Daddy came home
drunk again. Mommy yelled at
him so I thought it's be normal.
They yell then go to bed. But no
I saw Daddy hit Mommy. He
made blood come out of her face.
There I dropped on the floor and
cried. I wanted to run out and yell
at him but Mommy always told me
not too. She always said it'd be
alright. But what do I do when
Mommy's on the ground screaming
and crying and bleeding? Do I run
out? Do I scream? How I wished
Mommy would tell me. Pretty Soon
Daddy left. I ran out to help Mommy.
She got up, put me to bed but I got
right out when she left. I saw her
drink alcohol. Soon my Mommy drank
her life away leaving me with my Daddy.
My Daddy beat me like he did my Mommy
but I got taken away from him and put
in this orphange where I am now sitting
here crying for my Lost Superhero, My
Superhero Mommy to return.

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I know this isn't much of a poem but I thought that the message was a really good one. A message about how drinking not only affects you but it also affects childrens lives.