Started writing my feelings down
about my abuse as a child
tried to make it look good
and keep it as clean as I could.
But now it's time, for you to see
what really happened to me
I'll let you feel the pain, I received
then maybe you, will really believe.
I want you to take in, what you read
as this poem lets you, watch me bleed
so now we can start, don't go away
stay for a while and see me pay.
I get up in the morning, wet the bed
he comes in, fist to the head
knocked to the floor, I hear him say
wet the bed, now you pay.
I sit there, blood running down my face
knowing what was, gonna happen to me
those famous words, I'll never forget
why your momma didn't want you see.
Get up off the floor, I'm not done with you
get through with your ass you be black and blue
scathed from the floor throw ed against the wall
I feel my nose shift, no doctor to call.
Get up you little punk, I'm not done yet
it's just a little blood, so you don't forget
want you to be tough and become a man
take a beating now, you'll learn to understand.
Thinking this was over, get ready for school
he comes through the door, called me a fool
blood coming down my head, and from my nose
still not finished, he has to have a few more blows.
Go to school bleeding, trying to explain
fell running to the bus, blamed it on the rain
the teachers all knew, oh so well
I lived in a house, they all called hell.
Now you wonder why, I don't wear a tear
because all of my life, I lived in fear
taught with a beating, better not cry
sometimes I honestly, just wanted to die.
You have no idea, how it really feels
be a kid and have a fist in your face
what can you do, nothing at all
you'll listen long as you live in my place.
My eyes are swollen, the head hurts bad
trying to get help, is getting to hard to do
tell people what happens, not a choice
mention the beating and no one believes you.
You don't know what it feels like, to try to eat
teeth missing from your mouth, it's hard to chew
your jaw is broken, it looks all out of place
that's why it's hard, to wear a smile on this face.
I hope you understand, the abuse I went through
and feel all the pain, that I offered to you,
hope it helps you know, exactly how I feel
let all of the readers, know this is all read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.