Questionable hobby

Xeson

 

Theres so many different colors
marking my body and face
both my lips are swollen
is that blood I taste
It hurts to even move
So painful when I breathe
tried to not scream out
I'm too scared to leave
Won't take me to the doctor
medical treatment you always deny
when asked about the bruises
I'm threaten to always lie
So many untreated broken bones
through out my young body
Why, I ask is beating me
Somehow become your favorite hobby
Written by Angela Hutcherson-Jenkins

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