Poem -

Getting Over My Past

Past pain and abuse.

Getting Over My Past

Getting Over My Past
At three you beat me so bad.
This was the life I had.
Never feeling loved or even being bad.

Always being abused you always seemed amused
by the pain I felt and the blood I spilt.
You didn't care how much you hurt me.
As long as you seen me scared.
You never even cared. 
You allowed men to hurt me in ways that isn't right.
You stood by and never questioned why?
You burned me with spoons, 
and hit me with a metal broom.
Broken bones, black and blue 
was my life.
You create a life then abuse and mutilate it.
Your creating a monster who will get older
and turn what should of been love,
into a person who hates and becomes 
the monster that is more evil than you. 
How do you take an innocent child who 
didn't ask to be brought into this world
and make it a monster. 
You beat and slander and abuse
it over and over again.  
Eventually you are creating a monster
that will be angry and hate life and all that is in it.
STOP THE ABUSE OF OUR FUTURE.
Love and meekness and forgiveness is 
the key to show our kids how we should 
treat others. LOVE LOVE LOVE
Show love. Love beyond all that is and was 
and will be LOVE..

 

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