Don't hit me again daddy

Child Abuse

My small hands crack

As I use them

To cover my head and face;

the thin belt is much worse

than the thick - 

it whips more and leaves deeper welts

Funny how my mind

takes off - leaving me behind

I think of how my body will

look with the new 'stripes'

I pretend I'm a tiger 

in the mirror - when 

the swelling goes down

and I wear my pain

for only me to see...

Author's Note

Imagine this.
Tear it up.

Reviews

[Zoya]

Painful to even read...
It's not an easy task to leave the reader teary-eyed, only after making them read I guess a poem of about 10-12 lines. You did that easily, or maybe not so easily, idk. Whatever it is, this poem is quite heartbreaking. Thanks for sharing.

[Tony Jordan]

Thank you for your words Zoe.

[Zoya]

no problem

[B]

Oh my god
Who would do such a thing
terrible
i felt pain reading it

[Tony Jordan]

Thank you SoloSolace.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Well, this teared me up... I think this is the first time I've read anything serious of yours, Tony.
From the point of view of a child, you've penned this accurately as well as in a heart touching way...
Somewhat relatable too.

[Tony Jordan]

I never wanted to hear that it was relatable for you my friend. (hugs)
Thank you for leaving your thoughts Yumna.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

You're welcome, Tony!
Hugs back 😊