Rough Childhood

Growing up was tough This isn't a bluff I only made it with persistence It would have been easier with assistance My Dad wasn't a Dad He was violent more than a tad Thing swung, mainly emotions and fists Things were hurt, mainly feelings and wrists My Mother wasn't a Mother She was more of a brother She mainly joked and slept With bruises she hid and kept Growing up wasn't that bad I don't hold grudges, I'm not mad I wasn't raised right, but I didn't stop My need to eat won't be sated with a mop I'll raise my kids right Their parents will never fight They won't have to fear Their Dad turning to beer Or their mother weeping And spending her free time sleeping Growing up was tough, but it won't be for my kids