one minute he is playing with me
then when I do something wrong
I become his punching bag
he hits me until I am down
why can't my daddy see
that I am not that strong
he throws me like a doll made from a rag
he gives my heart a frown
he has a split personality of two
my daddy I do love
he is suppose to love me
he always makes me cry
my daddy bruises me black and blue
because he hits and he likes to shove
why can't he see
that his hits could make me die
my heart wants him to stay
but my pain wants him to go far way
to my daddy I have to watch what I say
I am tired of being abused every day
he doesn't even hear a single teardrop
that flows upon my little face
I have one little fear
that is getting hit by my daddy's hand
I want him to stop
I sometimes just dream about a special place
where I know someone does care
Someone please take a stand
my colors are always hidden
to me it's not love
not to me not at all
I want him to stop hurting me
abusing me is forbidden
sometimes I want to go to heaven
he hits on me until I fall
why can't he let it be
I want to have a choice
I cry so many tears
because my daddy gives me fears
I want everyone to hear my crying voice!
Author notes
#2
(Option #1 Neon)
A contest entry
- ABUSE--THE LOUDEST VOICE WINS by PassionsPromise.
1050 points, ended March 30, 12 entries
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Comments
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Interesting rhyme scheme what was it? strong write though. keep up the powerful work I wish you the best of luck in my contest and thank you for entering this piece.
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Awww, this is very sad. It is bad when a child thinks death is better than living, because of what they go through...thank you for sharing this poem with us, and I hope things get better...
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Throughout many conversations with Tory, and her poetry about abuse, I notice one common thing all the time, the wish to die. That is a very sad thing for a child to wish, that's a very sad thing for anybody to wish. I hate when Tory ropes me into one of these contests, I get so pissed off!! thank you for entering and best of luck to you...Scott & Tory
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damn this, this is deep.
thanks for sharing.
best wishes in the contest,
Passions
*you have been heard*
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