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My Mother was a really cruel, and very soon you will see,
the way that she raised us all, was extremely mean,
She ruled us with a iron hands, and weapons by her side,
I'll describe to you one of the hidings I got, because I stole and lied.

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I was no more than 10 years of old,  I had stolen some money from somewhere,
I'd been seen at the shop by her friend, spending up large with out a care.
when I got home and saw her friend, I knew what was coming next,
she asked, “where I had got the money”, I said I found it, or something like that.

She spun me around while screaming at me,
"Hold the tea towel rail".
She ripped my pants down to the floor, screaming again,
"I teach you to steal no more",

In that split second I could feel the fear raised, for I knew what was coming,
I started to buckle at the knee, feeling sorry for myself No please.
Trying to relax myself cause it would hurt a lot more, if I tensed at the wrong time,
sure enough I heard that whip in the air, as the jug cord flew for the first blow.

I screamed so loud I thought my voice would break, as I dropped to the floor,
Really stupid thing to do, screaming, it was just an invitation for more.
She picked me up by my hair, feet dangling in the air,
made me stand and hold the rail, again she whipped me with the jug cord.

Repeatedly she done this, repeatedly I fell
while yelling and screaming the lesson she was tying to tell,
I closed my eyes so tight, my head was in a daze
It was really really hard, to block out the pain.

Finally she screamed, “GET OUT OF MY FACE”, but I couldn't move fast enough,
So she starting bashed my face. 
defending myself was the wrong thing to do, 
it only made her more angry, she would beat me till I was blue.

Up by my hair again, just dangling about,
she ripped my head back and started to shout,
“YOU MAKE ME SO ANGRY, WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME”
Threw me into the hallway, laying on the floor I wept.

Then I heard her footstep getting closer.

M.Mahauariki © 2012
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