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He began throwing me around I remember it quite well
Against a hard wall but he told people I fell
When all the abuse began I think I was barely five
By the time I was 18 I hated to be alive
The first memory of my step dad is when I called him by name
I already had a dad so calling him dad wasn't the same
I went up to hug him something me and my real dad had done
He told me "never to hug him real men don't hug son"
Sometimes he would hit me with his belt or a hand
I was being beaten so harshly by a very big man
I counted over 50 smacks with the belt the bruises you could see
But there was no one out there willing to help a child like me
He would scream at me for hours sometimes it wasn't quite fair
Then he would get mad at me more because I had a blank stare
Nothing I did was ever good enough for this man
Simple things like coloring, or speaking, or cleaning a pan
I was scared for my life because I knew when he got home
I was going to be hit or yelled at with a very loud tone
This man was a dictator you almost had to ask him to breathe
But I was only 7 years old and he knew I couldn't leave
My brother was born and he was the best thing since sliced bread
I was just a punching bag to dad that kept getting hit in the head
He stole my innocence something I'll never get back
My whole life’s been scarred from all the attacks
I was told over and over I wasn't worth a dime
So I was wanting to die I was just biding for time
I was forced to grow up with the help of a stick
Even now when we talk I almost get sick
My mom let this happen so she is as much to blame
What they did to a Childs spirit that has never been the same
Many times as a child growing up I dreamed of killing this man
But I was so scared of this guy and I couldn't come up with a plan
The hatred I feel from what I had lost as a child
Still haunts me this day and when he suffers I smile
God please help me and take away the pain from my past
Because it's killing me slowly and I know I won't last
The pain in my gut when I'm around him is great
That's probably why I stay so busy and put so much on my plate
My story goes on and I probably should close
Oh yeah I forget the SOB almost broke my nose
Copyright © David Moore | Year Posted 2012
Best Thing Since Sliced Bread Poem
the brutality of the beasts on their trodden paths,
trudging angrily towards their guided goals.
and i would think, "to be like them"
because i greatly admired their self-control.
so i mulled
and i moved
and i acted
out of a belief system based on denying thyself.
i played the role,
i followed cues,
and i acted
out the part, but was never myself.
futility. all hope escaped me.
i became embittered with the yoke i was adorned with.
destiny. all dreams forsake me.
suffering under misconceptions and the heavy spirit.
i began to consider this plot
and the planks that burrowed into my shoulders.
i pondered my views on love, on life,
on sleepers and on soldiers.
and then i met a man-
a human man.
not like the ox where i had been.
he stood upright,
and he began to speak,
and he spoke my language;
through beautiful teeth,
with the very same tongue.
then he spoke through me, to me,
and i knew every word.
enveloped in 'of course' because nothing's absurd.
and we always were
and we always will be-
i will raise this yoke; deadweight lifted from my back.
i will spit out the bit and the bridle.
i will distance myself from this hopeless plantation
to live and be enlightened instead of entitled.
you formed me in my cacoon.
you made a home for my room.
you extracted the light inside me that had been broken and bruised
and brought me forth into my new creation.
you set their eyes upon me.
you let me live the dream.
when fantasy is reality, you have everything.
and i am contented in all things, in you.
the whole lump was leavened
and now we have a freshly baked loaf
to eat our meat and cheese on.
because we are literally the best thing since sliced bread.
Copyright © jamfox rock | Year Posted 2014