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Don’t dismiss me,

I may be young and restless but I know a lot

I hear the iciness in your voice when you speak to mother

I hear the vulgar words she spits at you in a whisper 

Both of you are combatants in a war torn zone I call home

A place where war crimes are rife.

Such irony...I’m surrounded by opulence and a thousand minders

...yet I feel alone, poverty stricken and sad.

My meals are the best any child could wish for 

but my appetite is constantly ruined by the verbal daggers you throw at each other at the dinning table.

You both wonder why I’m sickly

Do you care? (I scream in  head)

As if on cue...you start arguing 

It graduates to arms flying

My minders clear up the carnage after you both declare a temporary cease fire 

While my young heart seeps crimson drops on the expensive oriental rug in my room

I cry in anguish

This is hell...not home

...somebody!save me!

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This one is filled with pain and anxiety. The speaker is young and apparently lives with the family. The home, however, is a "war torn zone" where the parents regularly verbally, and possibly physically, abuse each other, oblivious to the effect on the child. This kid is going to need some serious counseling to erase the emotional scars. No child should have to deal with such a situation.

[Titilayo Sarah Eguridu]

Thank you for reviewing my work John.
The emotional damage done to kids in this kind of circumstance is horrid.The only solution is counseling.