Mother and me

The voices in my head say to tell you nothing till you read it. ...lol...

I’ve got to finish the dishes

Otherwise no breakfast

It’s too late

SMACK!

Making sure she’s gone

I breathe a sigh

Relief.

What’s that above your eye?

Ran into the hall door.

You said that last Monday.

Accident.

I should protect my mother

Accident

Her way to humiliate me

My various marks and bruises.

Accident

Slash-like marks on my face

Old scar on my stomach

Teeth

Chipped

Slammed against

Kitchen

Counter top.

Swollen bruise mother gave me

Accident

Fast as possible

I break down and cry

Please

Not today

She’ll find out

Mother and me.

Reject of the fifth grade

Accident

She’ll find out

Mother and me.

The scar on my chest

I feel so slimy inside

So much

To be liked

To be loved

I’m not so bad

As long as I can

Eating again

Your free

Mother and me

Never going to

Hurt you again

Your free.

Your free.

I’m free?

I’m free.

Author's Note

this is a found poem that was for a class. it is all drawn from the first chapter of A Child Called It

Reviews

[emma]

very sad, but i loved it.

[Jenni-Chan]

i love this story.

[Poodle18]

We did this project at the same time! Yours is really good!

[Sweet Emotions]

This is a scary subject but all too realistic. Good write.

[Dr. Kittin]

Oh yes, I remember this. Nearly gave me a heart attack! Very good, however.

[TheKaylaPup]

Jenn, reviews are not for conversations... Anyway, good work. The flow was really good all things considered. I can't help but race when I read it. Altogether, messed up.

[mamachansensei]

This is a disturbing poem.