Adam Bateman


Growing Without - Poem by Adam Bateman

Bruises always hidden well,
I promised I would never tell.
Beaten because I was born,
a label I have always worn.

Baby first learnt to hide,
to disappear deep inside.
Toddler first learnt to run,
before anger has begun.

School became a rest,
I was the failed test.
Friends kept from afar,
like a specimen in a jar.

Forever told to get it right,
my best work always shite.
Lazy was the better praise,
hatred passed with the days.

Because of you,
I grew up strong.
In spite of you,
I proved you wrong.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 9, 2006



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