daddy it hurts

daddy it hurts

A Poem by Adri Moolman

"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

 

 

© 2013 Adri Moolman


Author's Note

Adri Moolman
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

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Is it sadder to have someone beat you obliviously or consciously? Either way it's tragic for the victim regardless of age and awareness.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Adri Moolman

11 Years Ago

it's horible
Oouchh..!!
It really breaks my heart for that children's...
How could their dad be so angry..impatient and hmm... Eeee.. so BAD..!! that hurting..hitting their own children.. or any Kid... :(



Posted 11 Years Ago


Painful. I like.

Posted 11 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A sad tale well set out in verse. This is all too common a picture and there are many like him around.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Adri Moolman

11 Years Ago

thank you
It's a scary thing when you know people like that are there and you can only do so much. I like this piece, with good repetition and solid format. Nicely done

Posted 11 Years Ago


Adri Moolman

11 Years Ago

thank you
God this is intense. Both the poem and the Author's note. No one deserves to be caught up in a cycle like that.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Adri Moolman

11 Years Ago

thanks for reading

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Adri Moolman
Adri Moolman

pretoria, South Africa



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I have been offline for a long time now... I didn't feel anything worth writing and to me writing is nothing when it is not emotions put into something special. I am 17 from South Africa... My passi.. more..

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