Abuse Poem

As I've grown older I've come to realize that alcoholism is a disease. However, the fact that alcoholism is a disease does nothing to help all the young children who are abused on a daily basis by alcoholic parents. Let's pray they get the help they desperately need.

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Your poems really touched me. I have a dad who drinks and parties a lot on weekdays. My brother and I don't like it at all. He beats me when he's drunk. I cry at night wishing my late mom can...

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I Never Asked You To Be My Dad

Published by Family Friend Poems November 2008 with permission of the Author.

I never asked you to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me so bad.
I never asked you to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.

I never asked for the hurt and pain,
Or for the nights that were half insane.
I never asked for fights that were wild,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked you to beat up my Mom,
Or for a blanket to help keep me warm.
I never asked you to leave me alone,
Or to grow up in a broken down home.

I never asked for this horrible life,
Or for the conflicts, the quarrels, and strife.
I never once asked that I be defiled,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked to be raised in prison,
Or to see darkness though the sun had risen.
I never asked you to raise holy hell,
Or for my bedroom to be like a jail cell.

I never asked to be used and abused,
Or to sit in my room dazed and confused.
I never asked for the crap that has piled,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked for a brand new bike,
Or for any toys that I used to like.
I never asked you to throw me a ball,
Or for the bruises when I took a "fall."

I never asked once, but I'm asking you now.
I hope you make me understand somehow.
How you could treat me so freaking bad,
That I never asked you to be my Dad.

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by Roberta
7 years ago

Your poems really touched me. I have a dad who drinks and parties a lot on weekdays. My brother and I don't like it at all. He beats me when he's drunk. I cry at night wishing my late mom can come and save me from the broken home I live in!! My prayers and hopes are with you, stay strong!!

by Anonymous, Kentucky
9 years ago

I love this poem. It explains how I feel exactly. My dad is also an alcoholic and has always thought that buying me things would make up for the way he treats me when he's drunk. I really felt like someone was going through EXACTLY what I was when I read the parts "I didn't ask you to be my dad" that phrase often crosses my mind..

by Brandy, Hillsboro OR
11 years ago

Thank you so much for putting into words what so many of us has felt, but don't have the courage. My mom is an alcoholic, she's in denial still. If you need "just a glass or two" every single night that I can ever remember, then you are an alcoholic. If you never noticed your child being molested in your own home, you are an alcoholic. If your daughter finally gets the courage to tell you what happened and you tell her to "grow up, get help and get over it!"& my personal favorite..."this is just what brothers & sisters do!" If any of these words ever come out of your mouth then.....you are an alcoholic!!
Some people tell me that I just need to let these things go, but when you are hurt this deeply I don't believe I'll ever be able to forgive what was done to the child I was & still am!
Thank you for your incredible words! I appreciate every single one!

by Constance, San Antonio
11 years ago

I just read The Poem " I Never asked you to be my Dad " ... Wow it took me by surprise and caught my attention . I don't consume alcohol but I know someone very close to me that does and all the words in this poem are my feelings too .

by Anne Monro
11 years ago

Hello
I just finished reading the poem 'I Never asked You to Be My Dad'. I actually read it twice because I couldn't read between the tears. This poem described my childhood exactly as it was....I am now 67 and have seen many counselors to try and resolved this. I guess the scars are just too deep. My dad was killed in a snow slide over 35 years ago. I had to go to another province and arrange his funeral as he and my mother had eventually divorced not long before that and I am the oldest of 7 children (although only one other of my siblings suffered the abuse) I felt nothing. And everyone has told me to forgive and forget. I cannot forgive, I wish I could..not to mention the fact that I am a born again Christian of 40 years.
I just wanted to let you know the impact it had on me..and I am sure on others that went through that Hell on earth.

Thank you for posting it...you have incredible insight.

Anne

by India
12 years ago

This is exceptional. Very well crafted and written.. GREAT JOB AND IMAGINATION.

by Laura, Illinois
14 years ago

That really is my life. It's the reason I am extremely depressed. My story is the exact same, besides for two details. I myself was never abused and I am growing up in a pretty wealthy family.