Payday(child abuse)

by Tracy D Rollings   Apr 14, 2007


I remember one night, the old man came home late,step-mom said we needed some food, today was payday and i couldn't wait, she didn't say anything because of his mood
so being eight i didn't think,and all we had to eat was macaroni and cheese, i heard the truck and ran to the door,he came in the house drunk like before
i told him we needed food in the house ,we had nothing in the cabinets to eat, a terrible mistake i made that night
he took me to the kitchen and opened a beer
poured it in the mac and cheese,told me to eat it and he hoped i choked and if i didn't eat it all he would force down my throat,i ate so much that i got sick then he make me wash it down with a beer said that i thought i was smart but i didn't know what he meant,after my third one
i was starting to forget, i remember him going out the door, i couldn't get up anymore i was a sleep
dead to the world but little did i know what he had in mind he came in the house ,and picked me up and took me outside, set me on back of the truck
and told me to stay there for a while
wasn't that cool so i went back to sleep ,then i woke up sick from the crap that i ate, it was dark and the doors were locked ,i tried to get in the truck ,but no luck locked too,the only place left was the outhouse in the back
i needed to sleep so i didn't care where,i was feeling drunk and my head was spinning i was real dizzy and i couldn't stand,i just wanted to make it through the night lesson learned ,never say need food again.©2007 Tracydr42

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  • 17 years ago

    by Daisy if you do

    This is such a heartbreaking story. I am so sorry that this happened. There is too much heartbreak in the story for it not to be. I am sure you have matured into a better man as your other poem states. We fight so desperately to never be like our parents. I thank God I never went through that with my parents but I did go through it with my ex fiance. I am so glad that God allowed me to take a different path to get out of that situation with my children. God bless you and keep you dear. My heart goes out to you. You speak of a subject that breaks my heart.
    Dixie

  • 17 years ago

    by dora

    Hey darl lot of emotion in this very dsad thnk u for the comment on my poem xx