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“No, Daddy, please stop,” She said.
But did he listen?
No.
He takes his stick
And empty bottle of booze
Then hits her again and again
Sometimes with a fist or a kick
She can’t cry
Not out loud
He hates that
There will be more pain
On her already black and blue body
And there will be more scarlet stains
On her cream coloured clothes
In public, Daddy’s very different
He’s loved and adored
His smiling posters are plastered on stores
Time and time again people vote for him
He helps people in need
And always does good deeds
But at the end of the day
When he comes home to his little girl
His patience is short
His temper a lit fuse
Where’s Mommy, you ask?
She isn’t home at all,
They put her in a brown box
And down she went to hide under the soil
She will never come home,
This I know is true,
Because before me, it was always Mommy
Who received every stick and bottle of booze
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Thought of writing something about abuse.
I hope you guys like it. Feel free to comment and give constructive criticism, both will be highly appreciated.
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Pearlescently
