overcoming Abuse

Whose abusive mother is that? I think I know.

Its owner is quite sad though.

It really is a tale of woe,

I watch her frown. I cry hello.

She gives her abusive mother a plea,

And sobs until the tears make.

The only other sound's that break,

Of distant waves and birds awake.

The abusive mother hurts her little girl, captured and deep,

But she has promises to keep,

Until then she shall not sleep.

She lies in bed with ducts that weep.

She rises from her bitter bed,

With thoughts that are sadning in her head,

She idolises being dead.

Facing the day with never ending dread.

One day she runs away for better days

Overcoming her abusive mother, the story will to be told

Not before the damaged girl show everyone that becoming a doctor, she will make it happen

Grades are a 4.0 she just needs to make the next step

Then they will ask

Whose abusive mother is that?         

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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