Beaten, broken, but not yet bruised.

Today I woke up, took a shower, and went to school. Personally, I love school. It gets me out of the house, it gives me something to do, and it keeps me away from my mom. At the beginning of each class I’m happy and I can’t wait till class starts, but as the clock ticks, I dread the end of the day. The second the bell rings everyone floods out the door. Except for me. I have to nearly drag myself out of the school and to my bus. The moment I get home from school and step in to my small apartment building I’m greeted by my mom. Some of you might think that’s a nice and caring thing for your mom to do. That’s not how I would describe my mom’s greeting. I’d say it’s a brutal, painful and a bloody battle the moment I step into the apartment. Today when I came home from school my mom grabbed me by the shirt, slammed me against the wall and strangled me. “What’s wrong?” I tried to gasp out. “YOU DIDN’T FINISH THE LAUNDRY!” she screamed. “I’m sorry. I was going to finish it after school today." I choked out. She let me drop to the ground. Then she knelt down and punched me in my mouth. I got up and ran to my bedroom. I looked in the mirror. My lip was bleeding. I called the cops, but by the time they got here, my lip stopped bleeding. “YOU CALLED THE COPS ON ME!” she shrieked. Then it began again. Just another normal day in my life.

Reviews

[Domo]

life sucks, and only you can change it. You can, stick it out and get the s**t kicked out of you for the longest friggen time, or you can get the hell out of there. Kind of reminds me of a song, hmm, Run away love.

Now little Lisa's only nine years old
She's tryin' to figure out why the world is so cold
Why she's all alone and they never met her family
Momma's always gone and she never met her daddy

Part of her is missin' and nobody'll listen
Momma's on drugs, gettin' *** up in the kitchen
Bringin' home men at different hours of the night
Startin' with some laughs, usually endin' in a fight

Sneakin' in her room when her momma's knocked out
Tryin' to have his way and little Lisa says ouch
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her momma don't believe her

Lisa's stuck up in a world on her own
Forced to think that Hell is a place called home
Nothin' else to do but get some clothes and pack
She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back

Little Nicole is only ten years old
She's steady tryin' to figure why the world is so cold
Why she's not pretty and nobody seems to like her
Alcoholic step-dad always wanna strike her

Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises
Teachers ask questions, she's makin' up excuses
Bleedin' on the inside, cryin' on the out
It's only one girl really knows what she's about

Her name is little Stacy and they become friends
Promise that they'll always be tight 'til the end
Until one day, lil' Stacy gets shot
A drive-by bullet went stray up on her block

Now Nicole's stuck up in a world on her own
Forced to think that Hell is a place called home
Nothin' else to do but get her clothes and pack
She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back

Little Erica is eleven years old
She's steady tryin' to figure why the world is so cold
So she pops *** to get rid of all the pain
Plus she's havin' sex with her boy who's sixteen

Emotions run deep as she thinks she's in love
So there's no protection, he's usin' no glove
Never thinkin' 'bout the consequences of her actions
Livin' for today and not tomorrow's satisfaction

The days go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out, he ain't ready for a kid
Knowin' her momma would blow it all out of proportion
Plus she lives poor, so no money for abortion

Erica is stuck up in a world on her own
Forced to think that Hell is a place called home
Nothin' else to do but get her clothes and pack
She says she 'bout to run away and never come back

anyways. powerful poem, and full of you.

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful and scary story. Is it true? We must learn from mistakes of others. My Father beat woman. I won't raise my hand to hurt a woman. A excellent poem. What is done in a life can teach us what not to be.
Coyote

[Clockwork]

That sounds like a very hectic and stressful place to be in. The home is supposed to be without fear to be a home. It is good that you have somewhere that you feel safe, and hopefully at least a little bit of love.

[These Haunted Hallways]

Woh, this twas very cruel what she did to you >:( Very mean and abusive, id say. That was a very good thing that u called the police tho. That's horrible what she did. I fear my mother a lot as well. It's very miserable living with her, too, and i can relate to what ur goin thru. This was really scary stuff!

B.A.

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Jamie,

This is another horrific story. Sorry for your pains. Unfortunately, you will have to find something more to show the police than a bloody lip. If there is ever anything that can't be "explained away", you need to use it.

Again the writing is good and clear. Nicely written.

Best regards,

Rick

[Jamie S.]

I had an abusive father so this one left a sick feeling in my gut. Its so good for you to let it out. Its a good piece of writing but I wouldnt consider this a poem.

-Jamie

[J.R Schlievert]

ya I can relate to that. its a very disgusting to do to a child. you have a typo too but just a small one. "I was going to finished after school today." should be I was going to finish it after school today. just copy and paste it and your good to go

[Last Lying Look]

This is really sad, but it does happen.
It happens far more often than people think.
My mum works at an abused woman& children shelter and a lot of horrible things happen in this world.
These things shouldn't happen.
Great write.
The title really drew me in.
-E.R