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"You bunny, you bunny, you dirty little bunny!"
"No! Don't hit me! No!"
"Shut up, you bunny! You bunny bunny!"
"No! No! Don't hit me! Let me go!"

You don't stop
You continue to punch my face
"Help! Help! Please! Stop!
Somebody! Help! Take me away from this place!"

No one comes
You continue to insult and hit me
"You bunny leech! You no good son of a bunny! You waste of breath!"
Mom doesn't help, even though she can see

"Please stop, please stop!
Why so you treat me this way?!"
"Shut up! Who said you could speak, you bunny bunny!"
Can't he leave me alone for just one day

"Mom! Help! Please, help!"
But she just stands there and cries
"I thought I told you to keep quiet!"
I'm not dead yet, but with each blow, a part of me dies

Author notes

This is true for someone, I'm sure, but not of me. I was 'inspired' to write this by two other poems that are both true of their authors... The worst thing about this world is that you can imagine things worse than this, and know that someone, somewhere is going through that pain as we're typing up this bunny on our computers... Sorry about all the bunnies, but abuse is never beautiful or well-mannered... Sorry if all the 'bunny' is confusing...
Written February 20th, 2006