Emotional Scars
At the young age of five,
I remember wishing I wasn't alive.
Sadly every night I'd lay in bed awake til very late,
wondering if this too would be my fate?
Daddy would come home drunk, stumbling, & angry;
while throughout the day mom & I were left hungry.
He'd start cursing & yelling,
then eventually my mommy he'd start beating.
It was a nightly ordeal without fail,
I would foolishly pray for ""CHIPS"" to come & put daddy in jail.
Sleepy & tired I'd go to school the next day,
even too weak to join my peers for play.
I thought no one ever seemed to care,
to me life just seemed so unfair!
Luckily, daddy never hit me,
all the physical torture was for mommy.
The beatings continued until I turned thirteen,
because that's when I got the courage to intervene.
Mom & dad are no longer together,
but the tears, & emotional scars will stay within me forever.
Copyright © Rose Juarez | Year Posted 2006
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