Why Dady, Why Adult Content
You have no-idea how many times over the years
(after I ran away from home , to stop my dad trying to kill me again)
that I wondered what was so wrong with me that he hated
me enough to try and kill me ?
why ? why ? why ?
I understood why mum left when I was 7
he was cruel and selfish to her
but us kid's ?
the hateful stares at the dinner table
the long uncomfortable silences
when me and my sister dare-not utter a sound,
Or out came the big leather belt !
I went to school some days black and blue
from my shoulders to the backs of my knees.
I got sent home once;
one of the teachers saw the bruises;
that got me another beating , and this time he broke my nose.
I don't hate him anymore
he has been a long time dead now.
I will never forget his cruelty.
thank you for reading...
If you see abuse happening
please report it;
YOU MIGHT SAVE A LIFE.
Elizabeth alexander 11/2/2016.
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