There was a day, I can remember good <br />sitting on the bed, watching the t v <br />you came in my room, with a piece of wood <br />said you had something, to teach me. <br /> <br />I didn't say anything, cause you didn't care <br />you say I was wrong, for the things I said <br />you started beating me, but no one could hear <br />hit the floor hurting so bad, then i wished i was dead. <br /> <br />I ended up at the hospital that night, but couldn't talk <br />you beat me so bad with that stick, that I couldn't say <br />with the bruises and knot's on my legs, I couldn't walk <br />the doctor's there told you, that I needed to stay. <br /> <br />But I ended up back home, in the same old shape <br />I laid there in the bed, for more than a week <br />and every night you came home, acting stupid as an ape <br />drunk out of your mind, but quiet as mice i didn't squeak. <br /> <br />So I made back to my feet, got ready for school <br />so I started out the door, hoping to catch the bus <br />you stopped me before I left and told me the rule <br />better keep my mouth shut and keep it between us. <br /> <br />Well I did what you said and didn't say a word <br />so I just went on about it, like nothing was wrong <br />the doctor called the school and they already heard <br />I gave you note, knew this night was going to be long. <br /> <br />I tried to tell the teacher, that what happen was I fell <br />the tales that I told, just to protect you was insane <br />people that was looking at me, knew I lived in hell <br />and there was nothing I could do, to hide all the pain.<br /><br />Tracy Rollings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-can-tell-child-abuse/
