Abuse Poem

A girl remembers the past being abused by her birth parents. Thank goodness she has been adopted and is now in a safe place.

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I Remember

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Published: February 2006

I remember my mom and dad drinking
I remember my mom and dad fighting
I remember the harsh abuse
I remember them telling me I was nothing
Stickes and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
I remember my moms late night parties
I remember them smoking weed
I remember getting nothing to eat
one potato, two potato, three potato, four
I remember the kicks, the punches, the hitting, and the bruises
I remember social services rescuing me
I remember all the foster homes, and how they affected me
I remember the family that adopted me
I remember finally feeling safe
I remember that life is made up of good things and bad.
For every bad there is always a good
Roses are red, violets are blue
Sugar is sweet and so are you

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