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mommy and me

In my room, filled with fear.
Scarred to death, pouring out tears.
Under the blanket, trying to keep quiet.
why must my father have started this riot.
I can feel the pain as his hand hits her skin.
MOMMY, OH MOMMY PLEASE DONT LET HIM WIN!

The yelling the screaming, the storming out.
Thats what everynight is all about.
Everytime beer hits his lips.
My mommy and me get a couple of hits.
Why must we act happy, when were really sad?
Why do we say things are good when there really bad?
Why must we get hit when we did nothing wrong?
Why have we let this go on for so long?

The bruises,the smell, new cuts old scars.
Why has he taken this so far?
I can feel the pain as his hand hits her skin.
MOMMY OH MOMMY PLEASE DONT LET HIM WIN!
The yelling, the screaming, the storming out,
thats what every night is all about.
              PLEASE STOP YELLING!
              STOP ALL OF THE TEARS!
              HELP MOMMY AND ME!
              GET HIM OUT OF HERE!

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  • Manda Kathryn Greeters member
    June 30, 2008
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    Vividly intense, you have written this well for someone whom has never endured this.
    You have some small spelling errors in this but it is very good.

    ♥
    Thank you for your entry in Child Abuse Prevention Contest & Best of luck
    Stay safe
    ~Manda


  • maralisa silver member
    June 30, 2008

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    a wonderful poem full of raw emotions of the true realitys of living with a alcoholic which I can relate so deeply to your words as my mum was and still is a alcoholic we can never forget the beatings and abuse but the past does not eqaul the future it makes us who we are and that we are able to share with others the power of words from our experiances in the hope that we will teach that abuse of anykind should not happen to us as children or adults a very powerful poem thank you for entering the contest and good luck in the contest take care


  • Sean Ottoson
    January 3, 2007

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    what emotion, I'm sorry, so sorry. you should call child protection and get the bastard thrown in prison. That one hit home, it was very well written and heart felt and it rhymed and read perfectly, you are truly an amazing artist. The repitition was exquisitely plotted, and the end got me, stabbed (great w)right to the heart. it's so sad, I teared up there at the end. if it inspires emotion than it's art, no matter what emotion, and I must say, again, that this is a wonderful work of art. Thank you for letting me see your soul('s a beautiful thing). call the cops or something.
    Love SeanO


  • x Gemini x
    December 29, 2006

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    First, let me thank you for entering my contest.

    Second, i am sorry for your strife.

    Third:

    This poem was very touching. The flow and imagery was very well done. The format was creative, and the idea was original. I suggest inserting spaces (maybe stanzas), so not as to OVERWHELM the reader.

    Otherwise, this was good.

  • goalsv
    December 28, 2006

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    Very Good!

    Very nice flow, bringing out all the emotions without getting vulgar or to dark. It also brings to light a very big problem we have in this world. Good luck in the contest.

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