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the day my father gave up custody

~*Never Forget The Smile That Left My Eyes*~

Daddy,
Why do you look at me that way?
Like it’s my fault?
Do you think I like coming here?
My hands tied,
Bound and gagged.
You’ll never se the scars you made on me,
I made them myself.
And you’ll never see the hate that you’ve given to me
Because I allowed it to be created.
Now you come with a whip,
Made of cruel words and distain.
And fuck me up, even deeper inside.
But you don’t hit me once,
You let your wife take the tool
This time made of anger and false piety
She slaps me once, twice, three times before she becomes more,
More violent to me, daddy
She’s hit my ear,
She’s hit my nose.
Daddy,
Daddy, can you hear my plea?
One word out of your mouth could have saved me.
It could have showed me that you cared,
Proved me wrong.
Instead, you perfected my theory
I knew it was all right,
When I turned to a mirror,
And saw nothing in my eyes.
The nothing that turned to tears.
For a Kajaah who wasn’t me,
For a Tobias who didn’t care,
And for a Justin who was dead.
Dead inside,
Asked for help so many times,
We saw it.
Too far gone to help him,
But too close to save myself.
And he knew it all along,
Even though I didn’t tell him so,
He saved my life.
The day my father gave up custody.

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  • jinglingjoy
    June 26, 2007

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    powerful

    this piece is very raw. it pulls the reader into questions. leaves thought in its wake. good write. keep writing


  • My Darkness
    June 22, 2007

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    sorry to hear that..i know what this is like, great write, very powerful and sad.. thanks for entering and good luck to you


  • Elrenia
    June 4, 2007

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    Very emotional. Structure-wise, this is simple, with little to it. The form is non-existent, but is very pleasing to the eye.

    This reads more like prose, with its plain language. Not a bad thing, just pointing it out. You could do a lot of work on the punctuation, though. It is not necessary after every line, and neither is the capitalization at the beginning of every line; you should only use them when necessary.

    Overall, a very enjoyable, albeit sad, read. I am glad my mother protected me and my sister from this.

    Thank you for sharing.

    rous


  • Aurielle
    June 4, 2007

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    wow so sad and emotional. I really dwelt in to the whole imagery of you with scars. As the way you wrote ist a sif a little child speaking to her father. I see you have skills. very nice it really was memoriable


  • coffeeangel316
    June 4, 2007

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    This is a very detailed poem with a lot of emotion and sadness. No child should ever be abused in any way but not all parents care. I think you did a wonderful job on such an emotional subject.

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