his belt hung on the wall,
in the backroom where he victimized me;
as mom tried to stop it
the door slammed shut, click,
the feeling of leather against my skin,
cold sweats running through me
you could hear my cries,
begging him to stop,
like dogs screaming.
he says he loves me,
but does he?
his behavior was ugly,
picking me up by my arms,
pinning me against the wall,
in my face,
shouting ugly things.
hiding in the bedroom corner while weeping in pain?
begging a higher power to make it all go away,
Why me? "I asked"
trying to imagine it all away,
the fighting, the phone calls,
911
the knock at the door,
the young man in uniform, slender and tall.
the badge on his shirt,
two children clinging to their mom's leg,
not saying a word,
while imagining being saved,
does one deserve to shake?
shake like a creaking broken fence in the wind!
Child Abuse And Trauma
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This poem reminds me of how mother approaches my body for a beating. Anything she finds worthwhile goes for my skin and the the memories of it hurt so much. That phrase "Make it stop"...
Make It Stop
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Amy Cutting
Published by Family Friend Poems November 2023 with permission of the Author.
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