I walked home, a yellow backpack I wore
Dreading the moment that was in store
For inside my pack was yellow card
That would reaffirm me being a retard
My father looked it over with an angry frown
And at that precise moment, he slammed me down
Without a second thought, he vigorously slapped me
Saying ‘Why do you have to make me angry’
It was then that I knew the worst was yet to come
No matter what I did, I couldn’t avoid the outcome
He unbuckled his leather belt and folded it in two
Raised his arm high and then followed through
After a little while the pain will go numb
Fighting wouldn’t help so I learned to succumb
I would wait for him to stop and try not to cry
With my eyes closed waiting for the final goodbye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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