Child Abuse Story From Tatiana Part 2: A Poem

by Tatiana
(Texas, USA)

As I try to fight back my tears
all I can hear is the screams from the other room
all I know is that I'm next
all I can do is pray that my mom's all right.

Soon enough he comes, because I can hear his
heavy foot steps, pounding in my ears.
Step by step it gets louder.
As the door swings open,
I try to hide my face,
it's too late, it's too late.
I'm found.
Again and again his swinging fists.

Bruises everywhere, welts too,
all that I wish is that this wasn't
you.
When you were different before
I loved you more.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I don't know what
I did to hurt you.

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