Adults

The youngest of two
Not the favorite
The favorite to get beaten
Beaten for no reason
Father had nothing to do
Called me to his sight
Told me I'm a waste of human flesh
Tears falling from my torn out eyes
Beat me so bad
Can't remember the pain
Blood pouring from my mouth
Next time around
Took me by the arm
I cried no father no
Snapped my arm in to
Broke two places
Abused mentally, physically
Everyday of life
Father an adult
Means nothing to me