And I can remember them punching me
laughing as they did so
until at last the bell went for end of break
and they’d run off
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guess didn’t know any better.......did you WANT to put I in front of didn't? a nicely-written reflection on abuse. my favorite lines: I can remember the feeling of shame as all the bruises would start to show for me they were no trophies to be displayed merely signs of my own weaknesses .......... ...............thanks for sharing. [[ true story of your childhood, or made up? i wonder. ]] bri :)
This poem is very nice it reminds me of Olive Senior because it gives a voice to the voiceless, In school I was probably on the other side of the scale so it sought of taught me appreciation for people Thank You :) Keep writing.
I feel like crying!