Fading Scar

October 11, 2011
By Machaila BRONZE, Spokane, Washington
Machaila BRONZE, Spokane, Washington
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I knew if I cried
It was weakness
I knew if I ran
You would follow
I knew if I hid
You would seek
The only thing I could do
Was endure
So I took hit after hit
At its peak
First the arm
Then the back
You hit my chest
And I heard a crack
I fell to the ground
You just pounded me down
Bloody and bruised
So helpless against you
A grain of sand
Against a monsoon
But you kept going
To just get your fix
I thought I was a bad girl
I deserved these hits
These beats
These whips
But now I'm older
Thank god for that
For those times you beat me
I thought they were my last
But look now, here I am
And now I know I'm not the blame
It's your mind and your thoughts
That should be in shame
I was just a mere child
Of five and a half
You had no business
Acting like that


The author's comments:
I wrote this piece with victims of abuse on the forefront of my mind; especially children. Child abuse is an important topic that needs to be addressed consistently. I hope to open people's minds about how everlasting the effects of abuse are, while letting any victims of abuse know that they aren't alone and that it isn't their fault. Other than that, I hope you enjoy the poem.

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