My Childhood

Hello. My name is Morgan
I am almost five years old
I shouldn't like where I live
(That's what I'm told)

My friends say that I'm weird
Because I have bruises on my tummy
I tell them it's because he loves me
Just talk to my mommy

She said it's not his fault
That he's just sad
So I pretend to sleep
When he comes home mad

But he always comes in my room
He starts to push me around
I know that soon it will be over
When he throws me on the ground

Last night I got lots of bruises
Because he threw me against the wall
Lots of minutes later
I woke up in the hall

I didn't know what happened
But that's okay
I get to go outside now
I get to go and play

But when I tell my friend
That he gave me that black eye
They make me feel bad
Because they say my mommy lies

They say that he doesn't love me
Not even a little bit
But I think they're jealous
It's something they don't get

Sometimes he loves me so much
That it hurts bad and I bleed
Even though I don't like it
I know that it's what he needs

I know he really does love me
Deep down in his heart
And that's why I cry from pain
Right from the very start

Sometimes I don't tell my brother
I don't tell him that I don't like it
He wouldn't love me
If I started to throw a “fit”

So I stay quiet
Just so no one hears
And when people think I'm fine
I get lots of tears

I want him to love me
But it hurts a lot
I guess I just have to be happy
I mean, look what I've got

I don't understand though
But I will be good
I'm going to be a nice sister
I'll be quiet, like I should

I'm sure that if I do
He'll love me even more
Then he won't have to hurt me
Past the age of four

I think if I'm good
He won't be so mean
He'll love without hurting
The bruises won't be seen

I just have to wait
Soon it will be fine
He'll love me for me
I will wait till it's time

Hello. My name is Morgan
Next time I'll listen to what they say
I don't think he loves me anymore
Because I died today…