Mommy it hurts
It hurts when,
you push me down when the other kids are being picked up
It hurts when,
my hair is pulled out when the other kids come with ponytails to school the next day
It hurts when,
I am being drowned when the other kids are swimming
It hurts when,
I get 89 days of the belt when the other kids are wearing one
It hurts when,
the flesh of my skin burnt off when the other kids are getting sunburned from play
It hurts when,
mommy says you were a curse and the other kids say they are loved.
When I grow up I will not be like mommy.
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