child neglect/abuse
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I cried again and again!
Waiting day after day.
Just hoping for the day
The day you admit you were wrong!
Ridges on concrete make up the hands you possess
The very same hands that changed my mind process
Birds aren’t like the ones we saw one summer’s eve
You see a family, smiling and happy.
You see the dad talking, and the daughter laughing.
The mother smiles but behind her eyes,
Are the secrets that the house hides,
In reality the daughter is crying,
I sit behind the window watching the other kids play... I'm 9 years old and wondering, "What if I just weren't here today?". Anywhere I go, there isn't any good; only the kids who bully me throughout the neighborhood.
COLD is the thin sheet
With which I warm our small, frail bodies
While I hug my little sister with a tight, reassuring grip, we watch
He forgot to hug and kiss us how too
Today, yesterday… And the day before
I lived in a world of darkness.
I didn't know where to turn.
I was told that no one would love me
I was told that I was selfish and rude.
I was forever threatened.
I was forever afraid.
