Don't hit me again daddy

Don't hit me again daddy

A Poem by Tony Jordan
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Child Abuse

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My small hands crack
As I use them
To cover my head and face;
the thin belt is much worse
than the thick - 
it whips more and leaves deeper welts
Funny how my mind
takes off - leaving me behind
I think of how my body will
look with the new 'stripes'
I pretend I'm a tiger 
in the mirror - when 
the swelling goes down
and I wear my pain
for only me to see...

© 2017 Tony Jordan


Author's Note

Tony Jordan
Imagine this.
Tear it up.

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Painful to even read...
It's not an easy task to leave the reader teary-eyed, only after making them read I guess a poem of about 10-12 lines. You did that easily, or maybe not so easily, idk. Whatever it is, this poem is quite heartbreaking. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 7 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Tony Jordan

7 Years Ago

Thank you for your words Zoe.
Zoya

7 Years Ago

no problem



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Wow! So sad, and yet so true. In this world, there are many kids who suffer. You captured their feelings, thoughts so well

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Funny like people can share same experience. In my case is was it my mom. When you are small everything looks so scary even your mom. I was cry lot in my bed room. Wonderful honest write. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Simple but profound. Child abuse makes or breaks a person.. curious how they turned out. Became a tiger and prowling the night, it seems.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tony Jordan

7 Years Ago

Oh worse than a tiger - a Leo - a LION - RAWWWWRR
lol
Thanks CJ :))
You da be.. read more
Pain is reflected in every word of this piece. Poor child who got this lifetime scar not only on body but on mind and heart as well. I like the part where you showed the optimistic side of the pessimistic situation-i pretend that I am a tiger in the mirror atleast the child won't give up. Imagining this is only tearing me. You showed this unfortunate side in a graceful way. :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


So what I am about to say isn't very poetic. I would like to take the belt wielder and shove his weapon of choice of his a*s.
Okay, now that I feel better, I would like to say that this was very hard to read. The poem its self was well written and flowed "painfully" well.
If this poem was about you, someone you know, or just to get the word out, I would like you to know it took more pain to write then it did to read. Thoughts and prayer are with you. xoxo

Posted 7 Years Ago


This is a powerful write. Painful, heart wrenching...the worse is that this has happened and still does. Hard subject... you captured it.
Tabby

Posted 7 Years Ago


Heart wrenching. This poem is filled with emotions.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Only a child would "pretend" to be a tiger with stripes. This was graphic and real. Well done.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Don't have to imagine it; I was raised by a generation of slappers, punchers, belt wielders and, even, metal hanger whippers.
Your poem stuns--and reminds.
Meaningful work, Tony!

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tony Jordan

7 Years Ago

Sorry to hear that Jimmy.
I appreciate you sharing that.
Thank you.
Very heartbreaking. The pain so deep inside is so much more than the exterior, for it will remain...and return....and blind the soul.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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