Against The Bedroom Wall

November 22, 2008
By Artricia Moore, Streamwood, IL

I try so very hard to hide from his evil eye
I’m so terrified now that I’m starting to cry.
He finds me weeping and he screams ugly words
He says it’s my fault that he suffers at work.

He slaps me and punches me as he screams at me more
I finally get free and sprint for the door.
He’s already locked it and I just start to bawl
As he takes me and throws me against the bedroom wall.
I fall to the floor with my arm nearly broken
Daddy just continues with more curses spoken.
I’m sorry! I scream but it’s much to late
His face is again twisted into unimaginable hate.
The hurt the pain again and again
Oh please god have mercy when will it end.

The author's comments:
What inspired this piec was the dayly chalenges most girls encounter at home from a man that is suose to love them but always uses them as a human punching bag to release thier frustrations and tear them down as the ylift themselves up.

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bobcheese said...
on Dec. 3 2008 at 4:38 pm
omg i love this poem so much


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