Because when I screamed, "Stop", no one heard me.

and when I told my mom, she didn't believe me.

And the cops? They laughed in my face.

And my brother, watched in disgrace.

They told me to stop screaming, though I could not.

They threw ice on my head, and told me to clean up.

I had to wash my vomit, with my own hair.

And my mom still calls me a liar, till this day.

So there you have, a prime example,

of abuse that still hasn't been heard.

People laugh and say "kids will be kids."

But come home with random bruises.

Why don't you stop and think about it,

if a kid tells you they got hit,

listen to them.


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