I didn't know why I was really born <br />I had a sad childhood and was always torn <br />Didn't know my daddy, didn't really know my mother <br />It was just us three, with my sister and my brother <br />We stuck together and formed a bond <br />We were all we had and were very fond <br />We would defend each other all our life <br />There was pain and fear and plenty of strife <br />We were abused and neglected most of the time <br />Then, you could starve and beat your kids, not a crime <br />We were passed around to home after home <br />We never had much to call our own <br />We had a different daddy once a week <br />They made us full of fear and awful meek <br />Some were very nice and some were very mean <br />Some would beat us constantly, and some would only scream <br />We all grew up rough and we all knew it <br />And if they knew about this poem, they would have a fit <br />Mother couldn't help it, her mind was very weak <br />All her life she suffered, her life was so bleak <br />But we survived it all and grew up too <br />And mother she forgot, and didn't have a clue <br />I loved her so much, through thick and thin <br />The angels came and got her, that's why I can pen!<br /><br />Donna Nimmo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/growing-up-5/
