My therapist once asked me
“Why did they hit you? ”
Well, the sun would come up.
“No, your parents,
Why did they hit you? ”
Well, I wasn’t perfect.
I’d say the wrong thing,
I’d do the wrong thing,
I’d wear the wrong thing,
I’d think the wrong thing,
I wasn’t perfect.
“You mean to say, to tell to me,
that you were beaten because you were not perfect? ? ”
No, the way I always saw it,
I was beaten because the sun came up.
A contest entry
- Do you still forget the breeze? by forbidden-colour.
300 points, ended May 17, 2008, 28 entries
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Comments
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wow! amazing write, so emotional. God bless,
Kathryn -
oh wow...
raw and real...
this one rocks Sandra...my fav kind of write...
nitty gritty throw down the truth...
it doesn't get better than that...but I do pray this is not biographical beautiful...
the title here is PERFECT!
Blessings! Tammy
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