Mommy and Daddy

I wrote this in the voice of my eight-year-old self, and on what I've experienced with my parents during my childhood.

Mommy and Daddy

By: Gwenn the little girl

Mommy and daddy,

They always hurt me

But only on the back and chest

So that nobody could see

Mommy, daddy
Daddy, mommy
Why are you doing this? 

When daddy would get the metal bar

While mommy would scream at him,

“Hit her anywhere, just not on the head!”

I would look at the stars

 

I always liked the night sky,

No screams, no hurt, no lies

I would see a quiet and empty place

Just like me

  

Mommy, daddy
Daddy, mommy

Why are you doing this?

 When mommy would kick me on the chest

While daddy would scream to shut up and give him some rest,

I’ll just lie on the floor

Wishing I didn’t feel anymore

 

I didn’t want to feel all the hurt

All the pain, all the tears

Please, make it stop!

I’m just a child of eight years

Mommy, daddy
Daddy, mommy

Why are you doing this?

 

When mommy and daddy,

Would force me to kneel on the floor,

And lock me in a darkened room,

I would scream and bang at the door

 

I’d shout and beg

To let me out,

Even when I know they won’t listen

Even when I know, it’s another bruise to the leg

 

I don’t like the dark,

I’d gladly take the bruises and bleeding

No matter the warnings and threats said,

Because it’s much, much better, than the darkness in my head

 

Mommy, daddy
Daddy, mommy

Why are you doing this?

Mommy and daddy,

Always take their failures and anger on me

They wouldn’t hold back

So here I am wishing, for the happiness that I lack

Daddy left the house,

Spent all his money on drinks and friends,

Then he came back,

With the wire and belt, hurting me to no end

 

Mommy grew stressed,

Spent all her time on yelling and swearing,

Then she found something for the stress to mend

With the glare and words, hurting me to no end

 

Daddy said it was his money,

Mommy said it was her time,

They said it was their life,

I thought, “What about me?”

Mommy, daddy
Daddy, mommy

Why are you doing this?

When they fight, they scream,

“Your child, your baby!”

They don’t say “my” or “our”,

I’m both yours, can’t you see?

Mommy, daddy
Daddy, mommy

Why are you doing this?

They were my parents, I was their child

We were a family

Aren’t families supposed to be happy?

So why, why am I so broken and lonely?

Mommy, daddy
Daddy, mommy

Please stop doing this

Author's Note

I'm trying to write a poem based on the thoughts that I must have had when I was a child. I do not clearly remember the other details, but I still remember the pain, even years after. Yes, sadly, it really did happen to me. Every single hit.

The trauma has never really left me, but I'm trying my best to cope. Thank you so much for the people who left kind words, it really helps.


Good day, and God bless :)

Reviews

[matrixmark]

I don't quite know what to say. I was kind of open mouthed when I read this. I was quite taken back at reading about the terrible childhood you had. Such a heartwrenching piece but what a brave person you are for putting this up here. I really do hope that your life is in a better place now and I wish you all the best.

I know this isn't a review, but I really am at a loss for words as to what else to say.

Mark.

[Gwenn the little girl]

Thank you, Matrix! Yes, I'm coping well, and I have found some friends who truly care. What you gave me is more than a review, Matrix, you gave me strength by telling me this. God Bless! :)

[matrixmark]

So happy that my words reached out to you, i really am. Also its good to hear that you are coping well.

Hugs.

Mark.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad poem. Love isn't pain or abuse. You create bad situation. The poem left the reader with something to think about. Thank you for sharing the powerful words and thoughts.
Coyote

[wordman]

i guess sometimes life is just not fair,a sad write ,and i`m sure it`s true for many

[Gwenn the little girl]

Yes, sadly, some experience worst than me. Thank you for reviewing, Coyote! :)

[wordman]

you`re welcome

[Broken Hearts]

Wow this is so sad, yet so beautiful. As I read it I could I feel the tears on the verge on of spilling out. You are extremely brave to write this and even more so to post it. I admire your bravery and your strength. Words cannot express how wonderful of a job you did on this.

[Gwenn the little girl]

Oh I apologize for bringing tears unto your eyes! I thank you for your words. This is the one of the reasons as to why I am fond of this website, such caring and kind people are here like you!

[Broken Hearts]

Don't apologize, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for. I just thank you for sharing your story and letting it reach our eyes and hearts.

[Liam Anthony]

Fantastic, loved reading this. You are quite talented :)

[Gwenn the little girl]

Thank you Liam! Reviews like this keeps me going!

[Stacy Purvis]

If this is true, your parents should've gone to prison. Wow. Just...wow.

[Gwenn the little girl]

Haha, yeah, but I still love them. They're still my parents, abusive or not. I believe it's enough reason to keep loving them :)

[Valentine]

Sadly many children and also spouses have had to live through this abuse. I helped at the abuse center years ago and often saw this. Why women stay is beyond belief. God bless you. Valentine

[Gwenn the little girl]

I thank you ma'am for helping the abused like me get through life. It is with you that some still find reason to live and move on. Thank you for reviewing :)

[Mae Owens]

I feel so sad, and so mad, it made me cry and you been torched all your life, life should been better, and pray to god in heaven and don't every give up and i am my mother only child and auntie use to beat me when i was a kid and when my mother was gone, only thing i can say to my. R.I.P Mother i miss you.

[Gwenn the little girl]

I am so sorry that your mother died and you had to experience this, Mae! I imagine you to be a very loving and kind mother when you grow up! I am not giving up, thank you. Thank you for telling me your experience Mae! Really, thank you.

[Mae Owens]

You welcome and we can work together and now i am grown with 3 kids and 14 grandchildren's and i can said", i am blessed and i will keep you in my prayers and wish you the best.

[Gwenn the little girl]

Wow, 14 grandchildren! Haha ,see, you made it! You made it despite of your painful past, and I hope I can also. Thank you so much for the prayers, Mae! God Bless

[Mae Owens]

you welcome and i keep on doing what i do best and that's keep on praying

[mercy party]

Gwen, you are so brave to write this, you truly reached my heart.
: )
I welled up a bit as I hugged my daughter a little tighter this morning. Thank you!
Daring and brilliant writers like you somehow make the world better as you make us all want to be better, surely I speak for everyone. : )
This was incredible, as are you!

[Gwenn the little girl]

Mercy, I imagine you to be such a kind and loving parent! I thank you for telling me this. This kind of reviews is the ones that drive me to become stronger and just be happy about life. Your comment really helps Mercy! Thank you.

[H.L. Cerveise]

Gwen, when I read your poem my heart and soul broke for you. No child should ever go through something like this. I know writing helps me release the darkness and hurt and I hope it does for you also. If there ever was a happy moment in your childhood write a poem about it. That also helps me.

This is a well done sad truth poem. Giving you a 100 because the emotions this piece evokes is strong.

[Gwenn the little girl]

Yes, Cerveise, writing helps me relieve the hurt. I will try to remember happy moments, don't worry. It might take some time to write, please pardon me, I have a lot of memory gaps in my childhood and I have had trouble remembering events from my pasts. I truly am grateful and honored that you gave me a 100! Really, thank you so much.

[H.L. Cerveise]

Just keep writing, do a daily journal if you are not already. I understand the memory gaps in your childhood, have some myself. Also think about writing about now. Even simple things like when you see something that hits you in a strange way throughout your day.