Please, don't.

Your hand flies through the air.
A scream is ripped from my throat.

Please, don't hit me again,
My throat is raw from screaming.

Please, don't hit me anymore,
My eyes are swollen from crying.
 

Please, don't hit me one more time,
My body is blue from bruises.
 

Please, don't hurt me anymore,
My skin is red from blood.

 

Please, Daddy, no!
My eyes are shut upon death.

Author's Note

This was an assignment for my law class where we had to "creatively express" our dislike of a commonly known crime. I did child abuse.
On another note, my internet should be up and running by 2-25-09. For now, I'm still stealing the laptop, so let me know if I'm missing any 'l's or too many 'n's .

Reviews

[Cassandra D.]

This was something worth reading...
Describing how people these days get abused is never a good thing to like.
This poem was very deep.
- C.D.T

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Very tragic and visceral.

I look forward to reading more!

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