I Am Your Child <br /> <br />My eyes blaze a hole <br />into what is left of your soul. <br /> For I, I am your child <br />You let her steal, <br />beat me again and again <br />with that belt <br />belts belonging to so many men <br /> <br />I listen to the mattress creak <br /> sheets on fire <br /> <br />And she laughs <br />and screams in her unholy dance <br />Your courts send her back <br />You let her plead <br />but not for me <br /> <br /> and I, I am your child <br />as much as any child, <br />hurting more and more, <br />while she begs for your mercy <br />and you say <br />there is no room for her behind your bars <br /> <br />But the bird cage which holds me <br />opens to your street and there are no deals <br /> for you either. <br /> <br />Melissa Mundy<br /><br />melissa mundy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-your-child/
