Intimidated Boy, Broken Toy Poem by Gerard Taylor

Take a walk through the park beside my dad
But I am alone, afraid and in the dark
He is rushing my little feet, shouts of anger
Dragging me back on to the street
He is pushing and rushing, I`m getting tired of his shushing
As I try to connect and speak
He grows bored with me as I go weak
And throws me down to the ground
But for me, some peace I have found
With my own silence, he is now bored with violence
On his intimidated boy, broken toy.