Mother my... <br />hands are broken <br />and they are bound <br />I'm lying here bleeding... <br /> <br />...my blood on the ground <br /> <br />Mother my... <br />clothes are rags... <br />shoes are nonexistent <br />head is shaved <br /> <br />...there is no resistance <br /> <br />Mother you said... <br />I am a worthless <br />ruiner of lives <br /> <br />...these things you told me <br />all of them lies... <br /> <br />mother I've become... <br />a machine <br />...with a heart of steel <br />immune to emotions <br />unable to feel... <br />Scared of love... <br />afraid to lose <br /> <br />...all of them side affects of <br />child abuse.<br /><br />Nicole Jaimie Carothers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-22/
