Beaten, broken, but not yet bruised.

Beaten, broken, but not yet bruised.

A Poem by Jamie

Today I woke up, took a shower, and went to school. Personally, I love school. It gets me out of the house, it gives me something to do, and it keeps me away from my mom. At the beginning of each class I’m happy and I can’t wait till class starts, but as the clock ticks, I dread the end of the day. The second the bell rings everyone floods out the door. Except for me. I have to nearly drag myself out of the school and to my bus. The moment I get home from school and step in to my small apartment building I’m greeted by my mom. Some of you might think that’s a nice and caring thing for your mom to do. That’s not how I would describe my mom’s greeting. I’d say it’s a brutal, painful and a bloody battle the moment I step into the apartment. Today when I came home from school my mom grabbed me by shirt, slammed me against the wall and strangled me. “What’s wrong?” I tried to gasp out. “YOU DIDN’T FINISH THE LAUNDRY!” she screamed. “I’m sorry. I was going to finished after school today.” I choked out. She let me drop to the ground. Then she knelt down and punched me in my mouth. I got up and ran to my bedroom. I looked in the mirror. My lip was bleeding. I called the cops, but by the time they got here, my lip stopped bleeding. “YOU CALLED THE COPS ON ME YOU F*****G W***E!” she shrieked. Then it began again. Just another normal day in my life.

© 2009 Jamie


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This woman is a disgrace to humanity. What goes around comes around. At the moment you feel trapped, but one day, very soon, you will be old enough to be free from this wretched person and live a life that you deserve. . I know it's hard to go into foster care so if you MUST stay, remember your life WILL change. Leave the first chance you get. There are people here for you so never feel alone. Kelz x

Posted 14 Years Ago


And the cops did nothing??? Ohhhhhhhh.... I'm so pissed off. I can hardly read your work without throwing out a fist. I'd knock your mom square in her jaw and tell her what a failure she was. I'd pull out her hair and put it in the laundry, then put the dryer on high dry, wait and give it back to her... a fist full of fur!!! She's a beast! Are you still living with her??? Have you got out of it yet. The more I read the more contempt I have for her. She made your life a living hell. Yes, there are people who you could have told but you were probably scared to go into foster care... I understand. Is it better to be abused by someone you know or someone you don't know??? And that's the truth! Be strong, you have friends now... ks

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on July 20, 2009

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