Abuse Poem

A Daughter shares her story of abuse at the hands of her Mother

I Have A Secret

© Ciara Coper
Mother is there when I get home from school,
I'm happy there, hyper and playing the fool.
But as I pull on the handle and turn the key,
I feel a sense of dread and fear fill me.
I have a secret, a dark one,
A secret I've never told anyone.
Everyday when I come home,
Mother waits till I'm alone,
Then she'll hit me with a spoon or shoe,
Till I bleed, till I'm black and blue.
Dad left us when I was three,
Since then all she's done is blame it on me.
I'm ugly, stupid, tarty, and fat,
It was my fault he left us, "You hear that you brat?!",
With a duck and a dive, I sometimes manage to swerve,
But I know in the end I'm going to, "Get what I deserve".
Hospital a few times, "I was playing with my brother",
It's one lame excuse after another.
One of these days, I'm going to break free,
One of these days, I'll be truly happy.

But until then I tell no one,
I have a secret,
I'm not telling anyone.

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Published: Jun 2007

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  • We should talk sometime if you have facebook or msn only if you want to?

    Levi Submitted Mar 2011
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  • As I was reading your poem the ending made me smile inside because you have something many people don't have, you have faith and I know this because at the end you said "One of these days, I'm going to break free, One of these days, I'll be truly happy."
    That is a sign of faith and I believe with you that you will come out of that situation, but even when you do you have to forgive your mother. When you feel like you have no one you can tell listen to me when I say, you don't have to keep a secret from God because he already knows and if you just pray and be honest and tell him how you truly feel things will get better.

    Jamila Submitted Mar 2011
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  • Keep hold of what you're going to do it will help you face what is happening right now, but make sure you do it soon.

    Rock Island, Illinois Submitted 3/22/2013
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