Everybody has a story
Everyone wants to know mine
The truth is it is to painful
When I was nine years old my parents got divorced
They both remarried
My mom married a man that later turned out to be abusive
He was physical with my mom
He was mental and emotional with me
I was called worthless
I was told I never did anything right
I was told I was a disappointment
He would throw things
Which would later have to be cleaned
It went on for six years
Until the house felt to much like a prison
The walls of that house held a secret
Nobody knew about the abuse
We finally left
It still was not easy
There was lawyers and courts and restraining orders
It was difficult
But we stayed strong
We put the past behind us
We never told a soul
Since we have a broken past
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Author:
catlover (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem represents my past. It is what happened. It is the past I left behind. It is what I lie awake at night from nightmares with. It was the past that is hard to forget. Doing a slam poem let me express my emotions. I never told anyone about it. I feel like the only way to describe it is by the broken past. I wanted to let others know i know what they have been through. I wanted to share my story
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Thank you for sharing such a fragile piece of your past.
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