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All You Have Left


(poems go here) Four, Another blow, another hit, another strike, I wish he quit Another tear that falls from my eyes, some more pain if I dare to cry I’m okay momma, I try to lie, I can see the anger, in her eye, She goes after him yet again, but when she leaves I’m his again Thrown across the room I hit the wall, trying to get away I began to crawl, He’s right behind me so I give up, I swear I just been hit my a truck, Crawl in a ball, snot nose and all, the tears, the tears, they just fall Try to catch my breath; I whisper to myself, hold on Raja, your strength is all you have left Five years old, I’m trying to be good; I guess my methods for love is misunderstood I want a hug, maybe a kiss, tell me you love me instead I get hit, Mommy comes home she sees the bruises, it’s sad because I’m getting use to it They start yelling, they start fighting, she kicks him out for tonight and, For this moment I am safe, I get to wake up and see another day, I go to my bed, I’m still crying, I’ll be okay momma, I’m still lying I try to catch my breath; I whisper to myself, hold on Raja, your strength is all you have left Six years old, he's back again; he hits so hard, my head starts to spin My visions blurry, now I’m worried, mommy hurry, stop his fist of furry What did I do wrong, what did I do, I’m sorry daddy what did I do to you I’m sorry father I really am, please don’t, stop, don’t pull my hair My tears they're falling, I start bawling, he doesn’t care, he still pulls my hair Look at my arms, look at my legs, look at the bruises everywhere on my hands I start to cry, I start to lie, it’s okay mommy, I’ll be alright Try to catch my breath; I whisper to myself, hold on Raja, your strength is all you have left Sixteen years old, he still haunts my dream, the man that use, to, abuse me His fist I still fear, his words I still hear, even though he's really not here Close my eyes I see his face, but now I’m safe by God's grace Faint little marks, still upon my arms, from where his hits did me harm But I am still alive, for that I know, and moving forward is where I shall go The fact that I’m free, still gets to me, I always wondered if this could be I start to cry, for the first time it's not a lie, I tell my mom I’ll be alright, I try to catch my breath, I whisper to myself, its okay Raja, your strength is what you have left
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