Mommy and Daddy

I wrote this in the voice of my eight-year-old self, and on what I've experienced with my parents during my childhood.

Mommy and Daddy

By: Gwenn the little girl

Mommy and daddy,

They always hurt me

But only on the back and chest

So that nobody could see

Mommy, daddy
Daddy, mommy
Why are you doing this? 

When daddy would get the metal bar

While mommy would scream at him,

“Hit her anywhere, just not on the head!”

I would look at the stars

 

I always liked the night sky,

No screams, no hurt, no lies

I would see a quiet and empty place

Just like me

  

Mommy, daddy
Daddy, mommy

Why are you doing this?

 When mommy would kick me on the chest

While daddy would scream to shut up and give him some rest,

I’ll just lie on the floor

Wishing I didn’t feel anymore

 

I didn’t want to feel all the hurt

All the pain, all the tears

Please, make it stop!

I’m just a child of eight years

Mommy, daddy
Daddy, mommy

Why are you doing this?

 

When mommy and daddy,

Would force me to kneel on the floor,

And lock me in a darkened room,

I would scream and bang at the door

 

I’d shout and beg

To let me out,

Even when I know they won’t listen

Even when I know, it’s another bruise to the leg

 

I don’t like the dark,

I’d gladly take the bruises and bleeding

No matter the warnings and threats said,

Because it’s much, much better, than the darkness in my head

 

Mommy, daddy
Daddy, mommy

Why are you doing this?

Mommy and daddy,

Always take their failures and anger on me

They wouldn’t hold back

So here I am wishing, for the happiness that I lack

Daddy left the house,

Spent all his money on drinks and friends,

Then he came back,

With the wire and belt, hurting me to no end

 

Mommy grew stressed,

Spent all her time on yelling and swearing,

Then she found something for the stress to mend

With the glare and words, hurting me to no end

 

Daddy said it was his money,

Mommy said it was her time,

They said it was their life,

I thought, “What about me?”

Mommy, daddy
Daddy, mommy

Why are you doing this?

When they fight, they scream,

“Your child, your baby!”

They don’t say “my” or “our”,

I’m both yours, can’t you see?

Mommy, daddy
Daddy, mommy

Why are you doing this?

They were my parents, I was their child

We were a family

Aren’t families supposed to be happy?

So why, why am I so broken and lonely?

Mommy, daddy
Daddy, mommy

Please stop doing this

Author's Note

I'm trying to write a poem based on the thoughts that I must have had when I was a child. I do not clearly remember the other details, but I still remember the pain, even years after. Yes, sadly, it really did happen to me. Every single hit.

The trauma has never really left me, but I'm trying my best to cope. Thank you so much for the people who left kind words, it really helps.


Good day, and God bless :)

Reviews

[Planet x]

That's so sad but very brave poem
I hope that this gives you some relief

[Gwenn the little girl]

Yes, it does, actually. Every encouragement matters a lot to me, it's one of the main reasons why I'm still here. Thank you for that :)

[Znikbew]

I'm crying so much right now. Oh my gosh. I've never known that some parents would actually DO those kinds of things to their kids

[Diamond]

It took me a while to gather myself to read the poem to the end. my eyes are filled with tears as I am writing this review. I do not want to write another word on what you went through as I am afraid that I will only end up scratching your wound. Love and blessings to you.

[Hebe]

You did an awesome job in portraying this through the eyes of an 8 year old. There are so many different kinds of abuse in the world, all horific all subhuman, animals don''t do these things to there offspring... maybe we are the cancer of the earth.....hopefully just like cancer we we never stop tryig to end it or bring it to the light as you did. Your courage is commendable.

[Charlotte]

you did a good job i was crying at the end

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSh..]

The content of the piece is frightening. I relate as I have survived unspeakable abuse at the hands of another, like you. We endure and are not victims. You have shown Great Courage to write this piece, confronting your past as if it just happened. With every word you become Braver. Writing is therapy, remember, write and let it go. Valiant write thank you for sharing and God Bless

Sheer Terror

[Gwenn the little girl]

Thank you, SheerTerror. Yes, I agree, every word is a stepping stone in which we become courageous. I write to let it go and to express all the pain. Thank you so much once again, and God Bless. :)

[Alice Maria]

This poem was heartbreaking. It's sad to know that a lot of people have to go through this and you are the voice that spoke up.

[Gwenn the little girl]

Yeah, I spoke. I spoke because I've been quiet for too long, and I do not want other souls to experience the same. Speaking up comes with risks, ahaha. For example I tell that I'm abused, and I have to face people at some point stating that I am using the element of being abused as a tool to gain popularity and attention. It's difficult to speak, but it's worthwhile. Thank you once again for letting me realize this through your review.

[Alice Maria]

You are awesome!

[Little_Boy12]

Very well written poem. It really touched my heart and I somehow got a little emotional while I was reading it. These kinds of parents must not live. Parents must love their very own child as it is a gift from God. Overall, this poem is a masterpiece.

Keep up the good work, Ann ;)

[Gwenn the little girl]

Haha, well, even if my parents are like that, I still love them. The fact hat they are my parents alone is reason enough to love them. Thank you for reviewing kiki. :)