I lay my head on that hard
Cardboard, I turn to see my 8 siblings
Laying next to me, they are all sleeping
But I am awake
My stomach growls with pain
Because he knows that I am awake
He knows that tonight is my night
Sweat runs down my face,
I am afraid of what he will do to me.
He leans forward to see who is awake.
I tighten my eyes but it’s too late because
He knows that it’s my turn
A smile broadens against his lips.
My farther takes my hand and leads me to the back
I can smell the alcohol in his breath as he says
It’s our little secret
Tears escape my eyes as he takes of my
Night wear off. He takes of his shirt and
His big belly is revealed.
I close my eyes wondering why I
Had to be awake…
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Author:
tshi-tshi (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this poem is sad. it is based on a family in poverty. it takes you to a place where you can understand how a child can fear their own farther
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Horrendous. You've depicted it rather too graphically....it is awful. I am exceedingly sorry if it is for real. Your ending it in a couplet is very well done. What a veritable nightmare you've drawn! You wrote it very well.
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