Poem -

i hate hiding when im scared

i hate hiding when im scared

i hate hiding when im scared
i would like to go fight back

but than i hear him

scream, yell angry

and i shrink imediatly

my eyes start to water

they pour heavier than rain

if only i could be a bit stronger

than i wouldn't fear my dad 

 

i hate being picked on

and being laught at

but i just keep standing out

tho im more quiet then a mouse

im still being picked on in my house

if only i could be a bit braver

maybe than i would fight back

but again i cant kill fear

and i cant talk back to my dad

 

when he calls us women

i start crying in my mind

i dont know what im yet

but he makes me feel like an idiot

i shaved my head i threw out clothes 

hoping to look more like both

but still he calls me a woman

tho im still a child

every time i hear those words

it really makes me want to cry

 

i hate when i cant fight back

especially to my dad

if only i could be a bit stronger

maybe i could protect

those whom i love 

those whom he breaks
 

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Being Me

You poor thing! You sound very young. Can you tell a teacher about what is going on? They can get in touch with the right authorities to protect you. In your real life please tell someone about the abuse you are suffering x

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Marion

This is a powerful piece of writing...hats off to you x

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