Maurice (AKA MoeMoe) McFarland

Rookie (02-25-1981 / Houston, Texas)

Whippings Of Love - Poem by Maurice (AKA MoeMoe) McFarland

Only if I knew how
Painful those blows were,
Before receiving a whipping;
Using stitching cords and belts,
Which engraved weaps on my behind
Causing me to call for help; help! !

Spare the rode, spoil the child;
Cause if it were not because of those whippings
I would have went wild,
But your child loves you even more for the discipline
So I wouldn't end up in the pin.

Pow! Damn that hurt; I suppose those whippings
Represented love in every hit,
Saying to myself is it over with;
Creating tears in weary eyes,
But we both experienced pain,
While I comfort my wounds, you were
In your room catching your breath,
Praying that you forgive me for adding more stress.

No more whippings, but I still
Feel the brusies, buried deep
Inside my heart, wishing you were
Here, but I know if I get out of hand
You will rise up from your grave, and whip my ass again
Because these were the whippings of my bestfriend.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 6, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 27, 2011

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