childhood abuse

My Savior

He was both not there

And my savior

All in one

Because when he WAS around

He protected me

I was his daddy's girl

I was the most abused

He did what he could to help

Usually by doing dishes

 

Mother would get pissed

How dare a parent help

Their child

Their blood

Let them flounder 

Let them fail

So I can win at one more thing

And hold it over their head

 

He helped

But only so much so

Too timid to really fight

Too quiet to speak up

She ruled over us all

She was  the queen

If she wanted something 

You fetched it

 

And I did everything

To take care of our homes

The many apartments

We called "homes"

As soon as I was old enough

To hold a sponge

I was doing dishes 

Once I was old enough to cook

I made dinner every night

 

If not 

You faced her wrath

The anger that would spew

From her nostrils

Her eyes glowing red 

And a quick flick

Of her tongue

And the beatings

She would give

 

Once he passed

It was free for all

Into early adulthood

The abuse continued

I was conditioned

When I left

It trickled to my brother

She continued to abuse her child,

But now it wasn't me

And my father wasn't there 

To save him

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written: 3/12/2018

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A Corrupted Mind

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A mind so innocent

Corrupted

But the feeling so magnificent

 

A mind so confused

Used

And flat out abused

 

It did not feel

What it was supposed to

It all became too unreal

 

Emotions shoved away

Masked with anger and hate

They always felt justified

It were the emotions that lied

 

Those little hands were tied

Manipulated by the obscene

A corrupted mind

Didn't exactly want them to be free

 

A mind, once innocent

Was lured into a darkness

It all started in that basement

Where the emotions were too much to harness

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