Stand Up (To Pray) - Poem by Chad Otte
Stand up on the table son,
Let us see what's wrong,
We want to see what damage was done.
You called we came,
Don't be scared,
We can see your pain.
He came into our house with hollow promises,
He took advantage of my mom.
I feel she has forgotten that I was her little man.
No need for him.
I lied and said that I needed a father,
But not this way.
At what cost?
Days turn into months, .
I cringe when I hear his car pull into the drive,
Just another beaten comin my way.
What did I do to deserve this?
My mom gets beat for interfering.
Darkness wants to be my friend,
But I wont allow it.
My friend protects me and shows me out of it,
He creates better days.
Because of this,
I learn to pray.
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