Since my early childhood
Daddy never showed his fatherhood
He always came home to beat
Until mom fell on her feet
He came home and yelled
Mom pleaded as she knelt
For him to hold his temper
Mommys eyes coated in whimper
He came from work
Called me a dork
He gave me the scrub
On floor I began to rub
I crawled on the rug
Like a pitiful slug
While he sat to smoke
Dropping cigarettes around the clock
Every night he came late
And I became bait
Not only did he beat mommy
But also ripped my cloths asking for money
Mommy weeps now in bleak
Her body in scars so weak
And I a slave in his hands
As if trespassing on his lands
Daddy comes home at noon
Calls my name so soon
Asking to serve him lunch
Before his temper begins to launch
Every time he get mad
Things turn very bad
Fury begins to ignite
Mommy faints in fright
I water my skirt
And sleep in the dirt
While he eats and drinks
In drunken then he stinks
What can I do
He has our names as a tattoo too
Still beats us to death
My daddy is the source of pain
My daddy is insane
ON: Saturday, May 05, 2007 / AT: 9:02:49 PM
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Sounds like daddy just needs to have his butt kicked.
The rhyming was a bit quirky, it also had a nice effect. Good Job.
beginning: 3, language: 3, plot: 3, ending: 3, dialog: 3, characters: 3.
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ur right
actually thank God that is not my dad
D: i hope its not ur either
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that was great.
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thanksss
i am glad that you liked it
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sad much? Stop making me cry!!! It was soooooo good but sad!!!! Poor kid
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