is to cry
is to flinch
is to scream
is to fall asleep
before the hand
is even lifted
keeping the little mouth to
the wall
so no one sees it leak.
keeping that stiff upper lip
though inside it is of rubber
stupid rules of pain that even
the mean adults could not
ever hardly follow without me
to share abused child hood with.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know my rules of your pain....tho rules be tricky, not always right-so too I had to write for the pain all to see...so I can get back to being me......