A Deprived Child Poem by Dona Jean

Is it a roar either a shout?
That's what I heard which is about to tell how.
 
Have you heard a child cryin'before?
Do you understand how did they cry?
Not a baby but a mere child, dear child
Sweet innocent angel has been deprived.
In so many ways neglected and locked;
Four walls of emptiness live within
House and school the everyday routine.
 
Did you have fun when you play around?
Jolly melody of laughter worth a pound
Children play together in school or park;
Chasing a dog and received his bark.
How's the feeling when you're together with friends?
Is it worth the time you spend?
Do you love take some photos and keep a moment?
People or things around to treasure that meant.
 
Have you ever dream to bath under the sun in the ocean?
Running wild - chasing waves like newly hatched bird?
Climb on the mountains or swim in a river to mellow?
Buy a red balloon and let it go with the wind?
Sing or dance with grace if I want to.
Soaked under the rain and feel the cool breeze?
Have you ever went on a party and got home at dawn?
Playing prank with fellow age for fun?
Do you have any dream such wild like this?
I do but this has long been gone to waste.
 
You have a mother, brother, sister or father,
Whom do I have? Nobody but me.
I have a father - a kind of wicked, treacherous and drunk
What will you feel when you're scolded and called skunk?
I'm beaten, slave and pest he call;
Why in the world Oh! God this way I fall?
No hands to hold and hug me tight
To ease this ache and burden alight.

Have you ever been to hug or
Been appreciated for awhile doing enough?
Have you ever felt to be needed before?
In a house where you live and care for?
The house called home, in an arms
Did you receive a smile from someone to cheer you up?
Someone who always their by your side
Up or down?

How many questions I already laid?
So hard for me to answer my energy drain.

I study hard, got honors and best grades;
Follow his instructions very well he said.
No friends, no play, no mess but school to home
Fifteen years of misery alone.
 
On stage received my honors and awards none around
What a shame my teacher acts as my mom;
I must be a happy but all things turn empty
Whom I can share this achievements then?
A feeling no one to turn to, feel death.
A deep wounded soul crave a thing;
A little priceless thing called hug.
To comfort a sorrow I want to unplug.
You? Have you ever felt this touch?
If you did, thank God to had so much
Cause I never did once feel it before
Essence of hug to my being to my core.
 
One Friday night at home
I about to sleep, my father arrived drunk
He slammed the door hard, he always did
He shout my name, I rush down stairs
His face gruesome I can't atone.
I smell disaster tonight I mourn
He smells alcohol, sweat and smoke.
He everyday wear as his cloak
I found him unbuckling his belt
He hiss and utter a curse but - Bam! I felt
The whip of his belt on my skin draw blight
If you're in my place you want to fight.
 
I cried and called him out to stop
"Don't cry", he said and hit again.
Ä man never cries, if you cry you're weak.
You're ain't a man after all".
One whip turns to another makes me sick.
So I don't cry like he said that I am a man, I recall.
He sleeps, eat then come or go
Since I am the man turns a woman around the house though.
 
I sat in a dark corner and felt the tears running
I am beaten and tired of living
I am numb and bodies aching
I heard a sob, a groan and whimper
I feel a throb and hot liquid on my face
As I touch, then in front of my eyes
A blood, my red red blood
How this way I suffer? I wonder time flies
 
Can anybody lend me a hug? To ease?
To set my aching heart at peace.
I cried more but realize he might hear me.
Afraid to be whipped again, so I cried sullenly.
 
Silently I pray but one person comes on my mind.
Mom, where is my mom?
How can she leave me here and this way?
Did she long for me or misses me?
Did she look for me or know my name?
Or she's one of the reason I'm having this pain?
Ahh! Mom! my mom I miss that I can't have.
Nor feel your touch and a very tight hug.
Neither hears your voice in one of my darkest night.
Or send me to bed before I sleep
And sing me a lullaby in my thoughts I can keep.
That your hug warmth the soul of my being
Thou enlighten me heart to something.
 
I often pray but a goodnight;
I neve' had a goodnight sleep since
I felt the whip and beaten, I wince.
 
A second option. Yes! I can run to the ends of the earth
Far from his callous hand
Leave my father, away from his treachery
Doing things what I want and need
Find a work and let myself to feed
 
My father whose nothing but drunkard and useless
Would you still live a life which is lifeless?
Me a scholar to study and prove I can
Doing all the things he said which are not;
To prove him that I am a man.
He work but what he work?
A garbage man that can't feed me or himself?
Do we have a right to deprive anyone?
You even as a father to his son?
But is it wise to depart or shall I remain?
To suffer hunger, abused and nothing to gain?
Or I can look deep inside beyond of my pain
I can hold dearly to that something;
I want to attain.
 
I can hate him if I want to;
In all the things he done cannot compare
Throughout this year's ‘til now I bear
‘Cause even my bones tremble when I saw him
Yet I can't hate I've known to my heart
No peace on my sleep if I did
My atmosphere of isolation a few seconds at night
Cause I still love him because his my dad.
My blood, my flesh even though his bad
 
Would you say that my choice is wrong?
Still love him and stay along?
 
Who knows a life from present to future?
Do you know a life since then you were born?
Or what a life could it be to live?
 
How would you react a life like this?
Will you understand? Of course you are;
Cause you are a human.
It's all a matter of choice to decide
To know the answer in such question reside.
I pour my heartfelt in this piece of art
To lighten my dourness heart.
While I have no one to turn to but this piece of paper;
So fragile yet so strong when you know how to use to
Though cut and crumpled are still the same
Nevertheless when you burn, end of the game.

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