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This is something I never wanted to write or recite
Why I toss and turn about my bed at night
Huddled deep beneath my covers waiting for light
This is the something I never wanted to read
Why I cry, how I bleed, how tragic life
Would be for me if I don’t succeed
I’m an introvert I live inside the place where it hurts
Holding a shovel to fill the holes with dirt
You caused me bodily harm burned and scarred
My little arms stepping on my little feet
Under my toenails blood would seep
Lying awake at night pretending to be sleep
If you knew I was awake I would be beat
Praying to God
God said “IT WONT LAST MUCH LONGERâ€
That word from God is what made me stronger
My question is why?
You beat me so many times
You beat me quiet
You beat me still
You beat me till I had no voice to tell
N longer speaking or acted like a child
Beaten every time you saw me smile
Crossed my fingers tightly when I prayed
My child within still screams in excruciating pain
Feels like hot nails being driven through my brains
Pounced on me like a wild mountain lion
Left me wounded huddled in a corner crying
Burning me again and again leaving
Visible scars on my brown skin
They never stop staring and asking
My answer
It happened when I was child
Making me eat beans everyday
Even when they were spoiled you
Forbid me to throw them away
I ate those beans everyday
But did not mind I was glad
I to eat that day
My mood swings from the branches
Of glad, anger, sad then mad
I thank God for a pen and a pad
To many people this story I told
But they don’t believe me because
My scars are too old
By now your body is cold
I want you to know how bad you hurt me
Maybe you do maybe it happened to you too
I remember when you ate pie and didn’t
Give me a slice but didn’t care because
I ate my beans with rice that night
What you did to me I hated
I hid a can of lighter fluid and one single match
Premeditated
I was no threat to you I couldn’t hurt a fly
But if you had not stop hitting me
You I was going to fry
Do I hate you no and I never did
I love you like a mother and I was your kid
Still my question to you remains “WHY�
Did you do what you did?
