Never Hit a Child With a Belt
Never hit a child with a belt.
Don't hit them with a fist.
Don't hit them with a whip.
Don't hit them with a chain.
Never hit a child.
It breaks their heart.
It makes them sad.
It makes them mad.
Never hit a child.
It hurts their feelings.
It makes them cry.
It makes them manic.
It makes them depressed.
Never hit a child.
If you want to hit a child
seek help at once.
Because you'd better do that
Because you don't want to raise
a schizophrenic or a manic depressive or a drug addict
Right?
Never hit a child.
With a belt.
The angriest, saddest, maddest, meanest
ready-to-fight children,
The ones who needed me the most,
the ones who frightened me the most
the ones who hurt animals and called
names and spit on people and slapped
people in the face until the people
cried and cried.
They were all hit by belts
by their mothers.
Every single one of us.
Never hit a child with a belt.
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