cuddly but now im ugly

April 10, 2012
By Manya BRONZE, Auckland, Other
Manya BRONZE, Auckland, Other
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At home i sit and draw on my wall
because i have no friends from school to call
During the day the playground is full of life
the shouting, laughter & song cuts me like a knife
1day i wish some1 would actually care
& help me with my step father whom i fear
No1 knows how he treats me
I thought the grazes, broken bones & bruises would be the key
On my wall i draw
Every time he beats me till I’m unconscious on the floor
He tells my mother the broken bones and bruises are from rugby
I vaguely remember when i was cuddly
But these scars have made me ugly

The author's comments:
my English teacher in 2011 gave my class a poem and told us to create our own. this is what i came up with.

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