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by Michael Mar 9, 2016
Life, society /
When she came
always the same
quick to blame.
Shout and yell
again enclosed in their twisted cell
Had I died and this was hell!
Bullied to bed.
my hand from earlier...throbbing red.
Up those apples and pear's
pushing and thumping
in his pinstripe flares.
An where was she?
She was meant, to come, and care.
Not be one of an evil pair.Not a soul, or my mother I told.
I was only four, or five years old
reminiscing can feel cold.
Such a heartfelt piece
Wow! I'm blown away! Child abuse so beautifully told. I hope you've been able to overcome all this. Hugs. Brenda
Thank you Brenda your message means a lot. Somehow we manage to bear our scars and overcome. Hugs back to you. Michael
by - Mr. Darcy