Mummy, why is there a needle in your pale white arm,1
Why are you looking relieved, when really your in pain,2
Why don't you talk to someone, I am always here,3
Why did daddy hit you, and make you cry, why wont he say sorry?4
Mummy why do you drink those bottles of drink if they make you cross?5
But I am only little, and I need you and Daddy now.6
Daddy why do you hit mummy, and sometimes turn on me,7
I thought u was meant to put plasters on when I fall and cut my knee,8
Instead I head for the cupboard, and fix my own cut and bump,9
I thought you were supposed to catch me, instead I fall with a thump,10
You've really ruined mummy, she cries and cries and cries,11
sometimes she does shout, and yells that I'm telling her lies,12
But I am only little, and I need you and Mummy now.13
Mummy, why does daddy punch and kick, but sometimes cry in pain,14
I though mummies and daddies loved each other, am I the one to blame?15
Because I am only little, and I need Mummy and Daddy now
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Oh gosh, I'm close to tears. I was one of the "lucky" ones; although I lived in a physically abusive home where I was punched, hit, and kicked a LOT growing up, neither of my parents used illicit drugs and, though my father drank, he never drank to get drunk.
It was my father that abused me and when I told my mother, she never believed me; not until I was 15 years old and she caught him in the act. You have captured these horrors oh, so very well.
This is a heartwrenching piece. I was going to comment on rhythm and meter, but as I think of it now, it sounds like the little girl is telling the story; better, I think to leave well enough alone.
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awww, that is sooo sad. so horrible that stuff like this actually happens in the real world. but no one ever hears about it
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