- Published: April 2009
I heard the footsteps coming and I knew this would be another long night,
And something inside me screamed this time it really isn't right.
The words he was saying were ruthless and cruel,
And each time he hit me, I sat there and obeyed each and every rule.
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As I read your poem, I can't come up with words to explain how good it is. I was 4-5 years old when my father forced himself on me the first time. I was so scared because my mom was in jail...
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