Child Abuse - Poem by Ramona Thompson
Note-A dark fictional look into how the twisted mind of a child abuser might actually work.
Can't punish me for what I do to make my own flesh and blood behave
Have to set them on the right path now so that don't go disrepecting their elders when they're older
I say a little tough love and a few bruises is a small price to pay to ensure good behavior
Let me tell ya now that anyone who tries to come in between me and mine will get theirs
Dad taught me best when I was their age that a beating a day is the only to avoid raising a spoiled brat
A plate of cookies, a glass of warm milk, and all that other wishy washy stuff just ain't gonna cut it
Breaks my heart, but I'm just doin' what a good parent's gotta be doin'
Simple lesson here is don't go messin' in things that don't concern you
Either stay out of our lives or get the same punishment my little ones do when they step outta line
It's your choice
I know what I'm doin' ain't nothin' wrong
It's just lovin' and raisin' 'em right is all
If I were you I'd take a minute to thank about that
You might wanna start applying my life lessons to your own kids
Before they start down that unholy, disrespectin' path to doom
2009 Ramona Thompson
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