Tears were streaming down my face
The belt it tore without disgrace
I sat and wept and wondered why
She beat and beat and made me cry
She called me names and hit my face
Inflicted wounds that wouldn't erase
I questioned not and feared her more
Than all of the hurts upon the floor
Broken and beaten up: time after time
Left me limping and searching for rhyme
Couldn't she love me: couldn't she care
A mother a mom or an abuser unfair..
Someone who inflicts pain like this upon their child can't know love, so how could she possibly give what she didn't possess. She's not a mother nor a mom. Just someone God use to bring you to earth. You didn't deserve this at all. I pray that love, real love heals those wounds. Blessings and bountiful joy be unto you, dear soul.
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