why did we live in fear?
afraid of not walking
the 'ole rugged balance beam.
We had to walk to your tune,
because that is the
only tune we ever heard.
why did we live so scared?
scared of not being
the shining example.
I always felt that I was being watched,
when I should have been
finding out who I was.
why were we so poor?
giving most of
everything we had away.
You should have thought
about how wearing hand-me-downs made us feel,
especialy when the kids
recognized thier old clothes.
why did you love others more than us?
always at the side
of anyone in need,
anyone but me.
I was hurt by you, and
what is more,
you did not see.
Fire and Brimstone
are not what
I needed saving from.
I needed saving from the
one thing that should have protected me.
I needed saving from you, Papa
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- Give me hope, tell me about Abuse. by Cyanide Dreams.
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Comments
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Hmm. This poem. I like it, but it doesn't seem to fit the critearia of abuse. It seems like your definition of abuse is having to wear horrid clothes and trying to be "saved" from hell. I don't see how this involves abuse. The poem also has a bit of a line break problem that throws off the flow of the poem. All in all, the poem is good, but I don't understand how this is abuse. Nice job though, and best of luck.
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