the mark upon the bathroom towel will soon hear tears of pain
for the father they had grown to know was causing so much vain
the blood between the two of them did not match their fathers
so what gives him the right to come and cause them so much bothers
the cutting board in the kitchen was just a gadget at first
until we did something wrong itd be the cause of many bursts
we told him that we loved him so we didnt understand
the reason he would get so mad and hit me with his hand
there were times id wonder if we'd make it through the night
for every thing was going wrong but she thought it all was right
the bruises soon will fade but the scars are always here
we'll stay hidden in our bedrooms for pain is what we fear
the time came when we had to leave and keep him out of sight
things didnt stay that way he came with much more fright
the apartment where we lived was really nice and clean
shed lock us in our rooms if he started to get mean
he couldnt stand the way she was keeping us from him
we knew when something was wrong when the lights turned down to dim
the last thing on our mind was moving back there
we had no choice at first and people would stop and stare
grandma came by early to help pack up our things
well have to wait til morning to see what new day brings
such cruelty and abuse is awful to hear about, though it's everywhere...hearfelt and full of sadness, great job.
its a horrible story to tell, but its happening all the time, well captured.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well done.ive experienced abuse in many ways and this touched my heart and soul. job well done. continuez la survie