Abuse

May 28, 2014

I am a boy

And I am quite small

They did call me weak

As I was pushed in the hall

Bullied and beaten

No one cared at all

They told me things

Now I know they were lies

But at that time

They brought tears to my eyes

I wobble home slowly

A limp as I go

Hoping and praying

Daddy was not home

But to no avail

Cause over there he was

And mum on the floor looking quite pale and frail

Forgetting my pain

I dove to her side

And looked up to see

Daddy's fiery eyes

He screamed and he shouted

He said some bad words

I hate when he got like this

He was out of sorts

I looked down as mama

Got cold in my hands

I feared the worst

Knowing the potential of this man's

fury and rage, it did make him blind

I sat and cried

Watched as my mama died

I'm now 36

Beat my kid and wife

I became my father

His life is my life

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