Tough love.
I grew upin a home
where the back
of a cold hand
was all the love
I ever knew.
I grew up
in a home
where a belt
swung with force
was all the love
I ever knew.
My "mother" told me
it was my
own fault
for being such
a bad girl
and I believed her.
My "mother" said
she was in the right
to hit me
every day
for being
a bad girl.
When I grew older
the beatings
got worse
and I realised
if I dont get out
I'll die
So I ran away
demanding to
be free
free from
her and
the beatings.
Now I am
finaly free
but the horror
of my past
still haunts
my dreams.
Tough love
she called it
tough love
she gave me
tough love
is all I know.
Copyright ©2007 Nyorioko.
Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2007-08-31 at 20:56
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