We weren't even strong enough to block all of your hitting
Or smart enough to know why it is you were spitting
Day after day you would keep up with all your rituals
Of meanness and abusiveness beneath guise of the spiritual
We were the most perfect of beings to the beholder
Until closer investigation revealed wounds that were older
Than the first sign of the noticing of all of these bruises
Fearfully we'd pull away from those asking about the abuses
We were just the little ones who weren't understanding
Why our assigned caretakers would be so mean and demanding
Trying to be happy while beneath so much fearfulness
You were the ones who created all of this: our tearfulness...
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