beaten
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You and I have never met
But I am the child you must not forget.
I am the child who whimpered in pain.
I am the child who was beaten and slain.
I am the child who cried at night.
Do you see him cowering there in the corner?
His owner has beaten him, he’s falling apart.
Broken bones, it’s a cycle that never ends.
He whimpers. Will bad fortune ever bend?
Do you see her all alone?
Through the door, he's late again.
Even in the dark, you can see his drunken grin.
You close your eyes, choke back the tears-
Still, he turns on the lights, wanting to see your fear.
I have been beaten, broken, and blamed
I have been disregarded and ashamed
but by the digging through the light of the untamed
I've seen bullying in my life,
I've been on both sides.
Some people say it's not the place to be,
But I must say...
"I just get off on the pain."
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Now, it's been a while,
If there came a day
Where life outran me
I would return to my
Parents home
Beaten by the world
Weathered by time
And caked in mud
I would hang my head
Sarah
She was born into an orphanage
Her reading disability is awful
Her emotionally traumatized brain can't help it
Her life spent without being wanted
Justin
Wishes he didn't have parents.
Beaten is the pathBeneath the wandering feetOf those all lost in wayWho find themselves at peace
This is for the child, So young, Who thinks his parents don't care. Who sits up all night wondering, And hoping he'll do them well. This is for the girl, So scared, beaten and abused.
They are scared, they fear, they suppress my uniform
They demoralize my people because of what we represent
Just because of the way we communicate, look, and express ourselves
