May 24, 2017
By anw11300 BRONZE, Martinsburg, West Virginia
anw11300 BRONZE, Martinsburg, West Virginia
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From my childhood
    You never treated us right
I remember
    we were supposed
To have fun
    To love each other
To play together
    But you acted like
I was silly
    You hated me
only sometimes
    I tried to love
did I do wrong?
You brought home
    The loving
Siblings who
    You took away, and I
Shortly learned
    The feeling
what it’s like
    to want to die.
To have a big
     fist hit my
sister and watch her
     face, bleeding,
growing to
     a huge bruise forming on
a beautiful woman who is
     someone who will never be

The author's comments:

The poem is intended to be read in three different voices: The unindented lines-which are supposed to be the left side, the italics-which are supposed to be the right side, and all together. This work is entirely a work of fiction and is not related to me, but it is meant to show the different perspectives of parental abuse between an older sister and her younger siblings. Not even the closest people in your life can know what you're going through.

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