The pain i feel from every strike
silences my lips,
he hits,i scream,
he lunges and i pull,
he tugs and i swing,
it goes on and on till his satisfaction has been met.
I cry and cry till i can no more,
everyone watching the scene,
scared of fighting back,
scared of crossing him.

Do you know how it feels when one gets tired of being beaten?
one can cry no more,
one can only look or close their eyes wishing for it all to stop,
some wish for death upon themselves,
some wish for death to befall the one who inflicts the pain.

Opening my eyes,i realise i have been thrown away,
done for the day,
to be seen once again.
i stay down for a while,
i cannot stand yet,
i cannot resume my reality yet.

In minutes i can face it all once again,
i get myself back together,
wiping those weak tears off my face,
cleaning my wounds,
my shoulders high,
the pain i must bear for i have no one,
education i need,
food i need,
shelter i need,
at the age of accountability i still face these beaten from the one said to have contributed to bringing me to life,
one day i shall be free,
until then,
this is the ABUSE i must face like the dog i am.
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