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

[writ rajat]

i cannot imagine such a traumatic life, i want to advise you if you think i am able to please forget all the things that were happened to you because there is a Great saying whenever you wake up that is dawn

[Gwenn the little girl]

Ahaha, that won't be a problem! I forget events easily now, must be side effect of abuse, but I am sort of thankful that you told me that. Yes, there is always another day, so I should not allow yesterday to haunt me. Thank you!

[Joey Nizz]

Beautifully written, great work Gwen :)

[Gwenn the little girl]

Thank you Joey! I appreciate it.

[Joey Nizz]

Your welcome ^^

[Surya]

Haan, actually no words to speak, but truly such things never should happen to any child, I pray for that, well coming to your poem, It truly touched hearts.....go on:)

[Gwenn the little girl]

Thank you Surya! Yes, it should never happen to any child, but sadly there are countless out there who experience much worse than me. God bless, Surya! Thank you!

[Surya]

Yeah, you are welcome..:)

[Dr. YumnaKay]

This brought tears to my eyes (which is rare, I hardly cry) but this is relatable to an extent. I've suffered at the hands of my parents too but in the form of indirect abuse, not on me instead watching them do it to each other..
You really wrote this out well. I'm glad you got out to cope with it. Some people don't even get to do that..
Heart touching for me..

[Gwenn the little girl]

Thank you so much, YumnaKay! I hope you cope as well. It's so painful to be hurt by the ones who's supposed to care for you, but don't worry, we can make it. I know we can.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Yes in time we do..
You're welcome, Gwenn..

[Dove]

great. I don't have any other words. This story touched me in ways words never have. I felt things when I read this compassion, hurt , anger and sadness. This was amazing and if your strong enough to combined hard hitting moments in your life then you are truly an inspiration to me

[Gwenn the little girl]

I'm so happy with what you said! Thank you so much, this means a lot, dove. :)

[Quinn]

Beautiful poem with a hard hitting message and story behind it. I hope that you are doing better now and have been able to get out of this situation.

[Gwenn the little girl]

Thank you for reviewing, Quinn. Yes, I'm coping well with everything, thank you :)

[Najam Us Saher]

This poem hit me hard. I am not fine after reading this especially the last stanza. I feel pity for such kids. Parents who beat their kids as described in this poem are cruel to my eyes. I hope this is just an imagination.

[Gwenn the little girl]

Ahaha, well, you see, the poems that I post in this account... It's all true. I'm sorry my poem disturbed you, I was just decribing my experience when I was young. Thank you for reviewing, Najam. It means a lot :)

[Najam Us Saher]

Oh! Dear I am moved. I can understand your feelings.