A Stepmom's AbuseA Poem by Vanessa MacanasAbusive childhood past my brother and I shared with our stepmom.This is a true Cinderella story, except no charming knight, No fairy godmother to help me with my fright. So I will stay up in the quiet of the night, Making things perfect before the morning bright. When the stepmom awakens, she will scream with fury. Nothing's good enough and my face I bury. I try to stay silent as I take the hits, Hoping and praying that this would be it. And when it’s all over, I run to my bed. I cry in silence wishing I were dead. Now everyone knows but they all turn their heads, They'd rather see us bruised and broken instead. My brother and I, we do everything right But the hits keep coming, every day, every night. I don't understand people like this, I cannot fathom how they can exist. So three years pass, three years of abuse, Three years of this pain I will never excuse. © 2010 Vanessa MacanasReviews
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Added on March 14, 2010Last Updated on September 16, 2010 AuthorVanessa MacanasLas Vegas, NVAboutART. MUSIC. LOVE. The passions that she thrives upon. Surveillance reveals a compassionate young mind living with her heart on her sleeve. She induldges in long late night conversation and french v.. more..Writing
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