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
Copyright © Ethan Hughes | Year Posted 2018
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