Vociferous yells from evil tongues, whip my face,
leave scars, tainted recollection.
Memories turned foul,after happiness wore over.
Hypocritical smirks, strung ear to ear,
bitter display of blackened souls.
Knuckles, violent fists, tinge me red;
-a red so bright it scared me-
leave impressions on my defenseless body.
Permanent bruises, pain,
constant reminder of an unforgivable past;
painted clearly in my childish, confused mind.
Yet, still a child of naïve mind, I hoped, yearned,
for love, -just a little-
from a family, -my own- that in times of despair,
regretted, abused, neglected an unexpected daughter.
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It seems it is always the children who suffer the most. 
