Abused Innocence Poem by Villie Beebs

Daily beatings that made me more angry than sad
All because of a alcohalic vietnam vet, aka my dad
All other times my parents were never there
And when they were, they didn't care
Slaves to clean, slaves to be mean,
Weak nothings to put down, human punching bags to throw around,
More tramatic than I can write, I am just more sorry that I gave up the fight
Innocence lost, I will never get it back
It is a piece of me that I will forever lack

My sisters are screaming down the halls
Wanting to save them, I can hear there calls
Daddy is confused, it is his country he is fighting to defend
It's 2 am, and daddy's drunk again
He picks her up by her hair and throws her into walls
The hospital thought her injuries was from a accidental fall
Sometimes it was from the belt, we would form up in a line
He would leave lashes and welts, all over our spines

We always had to be quiet and stay in our rooms
Don't speak unless spoken to, or the beatings will resume
Walk on eggshells, just don't disturb the beast
For if you do, his fury will release
Don't make a mess, mother was obsessed with material things
We had to be perfectly controlled, to dance on her strings
The moment we became our own person, we were disowned
Forever to be ignored, abused and left alone
Hurry clean the house, it was our daily chores
Weeding in the yard, hand picking up lint and dirt on the floors
Never had a bedtime story, hugs or kisses, or birthday parties
Just daddy drinking his whiskey, vodka and barcardi
He would always think we drank it, when his bottle would become low
He would freak out in rages, and his anger would grow
Choking us, shaking us as if trying to make the screaming stop
Hitting and punching, until on the floor we would drop

Once my sister was thrown through a window, all the paynes they did shatter
The hospital thought it was just a accident, as they removed all the glass and matter
When they were gone at work, only then did we have peace
That was until my older sister started beating us, as her anger would not cease
Ya see, she had endured the abuse longer, so learned behaviors they do get handed down
Forever replaying through time, these memories will surround
This is what my childhood carries
Just painful memories that are traumatic and scary
Wrapped, intertwined through every fiber of you
Abuse is just apart of the past, you spend your life to get through