My New Freedom Poem by Stacy Co.

You listen to me,
I don't have it easy and that's a fact.
People may think I'm little miss perfect,
That nothing could go wrong in my family;
We just put on a pretty little act.

I'm lucky if I don't get the belt,
Knowing to keep my mouth shut,
Unless I want to add to my misery;
My misery, my welts,
My cuts.

So how do I deal?
I make sure they can't hurt me;
We all need protection.
How did it feel?
It felt like I was... free.

Don't get me wrong,
I will miss their ways.
But would I do it again?
Well, at the funeral I must sing a song,
Feeling like I'm in a haze.

But hell yes,
I want those suckers to burn in hell,
I'm happy I did it.
And when I did, I felt my best,
But shh, you must never tell.