daddy it hurts

"daddy it hurts"

"daddy please stop"

a little boy screams each night

bruises get covered

he hides all his fright

 

"I'm a great man"

"I take care of you so well"

he hears this so much

while his mommy is crying

lying on the ground

 

"it wasn't me"

his brother lies

"he never did it"

he knows how dad will punish them

learning to lie and avoid the pain

 

"daddy it hurts"

"daddy please stop"

begging won't help

gentle words neither

he's drunk

and starts all over again

 

 

Author's Note

this is a very emotional piece for me, no my dad didn't hit me and never will. He has a friend and the man is like this. I hate him and have seen what he does to his wife and children a lot. In April we were on vacation with them again (we have been going on vacation together since I was I think grade five) and the whole family changed their attitude towards us. Me and my brother couldn't do anything right and things got out of hand. I lost all my respect and sympathy for his wife as well for letting him do this to her and being such a bitch towards us while we have always been good to her and tried to help. Anyways one day on the beach she said my brother was glaring at him and everything went crazy he and she yelled at my brother and my dad picked us over his friend . He said my dad raised to lazy stupid childish people even though his kids chilled the whole vacation and took credit for me and my brother making breakfast each morning, keeping the camp clean, packing the things for the beach and making fire every night. we got in the car and went back to camp and literally threw all the camping goods that were ours in the car and drove we didn't know how far we'd get and in Mozambique you don't want to get stuck or even drive at night. About midnight we found a lodge and when we started to take the turn of the main road two cars came racing at us at about 180km/h we still don't know how they missed us... On that trip our freezer broke. Two cars lost their engins one on the way there and one back...(found out how small a truck is inside when the whole family is squeezed in) we all were rattled and that night at that lodge we knew he was hitting them... He would have hit us if we stayed and now after seeing his wife's true colours I know she would have probably helped him. just a little story so you know what I thought when I wrote this. no kid deserves growing up like this

Reviews

[Antoñyo]

This is, in my opinion, the beauty of writing and what it can do.
I, myself, would not be alive today if I hadn't had writing to (I'll call it...) help.
Adri, use your gift as a tool or method to battle in times like those because the "hate" will only succeed in ruining what's best in you. Forgiving is the hardest thing to but it is also what helps us renew ourselves and move on (and OH I KNOW IT'S HARD). But it gets easier with time and nobody ever regrets inner growth.
I'm amazed you're only 15. Powerful piece, and I enjoyed it...plus, the story of it made it even more powerful.
Thanks for sharing

[Chris]

You never really know another until you really DO know them. Life isn't fair but neither is having to live with choices you didn't make. No one deserves to grow up that way.

You take care.

[Adri Moolman]

thanks for reviewing

[allura]

this is so sad, I didn't have a dad, so that being said I never experienced this type of abuse.
But I can't put myself there.
how you wrote it, takes me there.
nicely done

[Adri Moolman]

sorry to hear... thanks so much for reading

[allura]

i meant to say I Can put myself there, not Can't

[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad poem. Abuse is hard on kids. Hard to understand why a parent would hit you. I will never understand violence. My father was a violence man. I tested him twice and never again. Hard for woman to escape violence. I believe we need places for woman to be safe and sound. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Adri Moolman]

thanks

[End.]

wow, reading the description and reading the poem...nice write. I am sorry that there are people like this in the world. all we can do is compensate by being better than they could ever be.

[Adri Moolman]

thanks

[Ency Bearis]

poignant poem, well told story poem

[Adri Moolman]

thanks

[Ency Bearis]

you're welcome

[Holly Mason]

an emotional write...sorry about your vacation
I like your poem but to be honest the summary or explanation could be turned into a good lesson short story it is filled with your thoughts
sometimes in life we see things and learn to hold onto what we have with all of our light
thank you for sharing

[Adri Moolman]

thanks

[Gaurav Walia]

The bitter truth that prevails in so many countries.Similarly in India parents would'nt even hesitate to kill their children if they have to just to teach them a lesson.One more hedious activity of killing a girl child has been in practice since a long time nd even after that such imbeciles have the audacity to call themselves Human...

Anyways about the poem.You've presented it so well..Very nice..Liked it..

[Adri Moolman]

thank u

[Astro]

Harsh memories for someone so young, but a valuable life lesson can be learned. Here in Canada, we are not immune to child abuse, but whether the mother came off as someone who didn't deserve the concern or not. More than likely, child protective services would have been called. The family might have still hated you for it, but it might have saved someones life too. If you can draw from your emotions as well as I've seen with your poetry and drawings, you will always find yourself creating powerful art.

[Adri Moolman]

thank you

[chicagogirlonce]

This is so sad--I grew up like that little boy. Keep writing and keep on caring--the victims need your voice as they do not have one of their own

[Adri Moolman]

i'm sorry to hear that

[chicagogirlonce]

Thank you.Adri