mommy
I don't want to go today,
My tummy aches, don't want to play.
I don't want to go to school,
Can't go outside I know the rule.
I'm scared to death, just play ill,
I don't care if I have to take a pill.
I never want to ever go back,
I'm too young for a heart attack.
Can't you see I can't go back,
I don't want any books to stack.
He is always touching me,
Can't you even try to see.
He's hurting me, leave me alone,
Locked in a room with no telephone.
Mommy, why won't you believe,
I'm your little boy, I'm little Steve.
I can't go back, it hurts too much,
I don't want him, I hate his touch.
Please someone, I'm just a child,
Didn't you ever wonder, I never smiled.
2007-11-04
07:10:07
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The Dark Prince
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Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry
Everything I write about being abused is the truth, it really happened. All of it has been documented.
2007-11-04
07:46:31 ·
update #1