I used to be daddy's little girl,
that was until the abuse.
I was 4 years old when it all started.
Bruises on my arms and legs, scars on my face;
i told mommy he had beat me,
i was scared to see him.
She kept sending me back, she fell for all his lies.
The day I came home with a dislocated shoulder,
I told her what he did.
He dragged me into the kitchen by the arm:
I was thrown into the refrigerator,
I was knocked out cold.
Since it was court ordered, she had to keep taking me back.
I got down on my knees and begged,
please, mommy, please don't send me.
I couldn't take it anymore.
I was 11 still getting beat,
that was until he was taken to court.
He was put on the stand, my life was saved.
I was taken from his hand.
I told him good-bye for the last time,
Now, I live with the pain of a childhood I once had.
This poem is dedicated to my Biological Father.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem