Why Girl's Learn To Read Poem by James McLain

Abuse continued right up until my parents divorced,
and abused as a teenager in school by super kids.
Continued misconduct by her monied paramours.
by my continued abusive parent a lost keep sake.
I was lost in your world and coloured plain.
I learned to clip those coupons from the paper,
for her wine.
Please excuse me while my tissues damp with wet.
No help after the wrenching change, but I panic!
I continued to love them,
and learned to love my books as read of my escape.
They freed me from constraints of my pain early.
Now I leave the stress of student life,
I now read just for fun my opened eye's,
and to wander off to your fine home for just a while.