Abuse True Story

To be struck by a hand
From a big burly man
When only ten
Abused again and again
Going day by day
Not knowing what to say
and hoping it will go away
he thought abusing kids
was the way to live
Just never knowing when to stop
Thinking he was always on top
When mom was away
When I wanted her to stay
Is when all the abuse starts
Then starts to unravel all its bits and parts
From a hand that fights
To a hand that strikes
What dark heart would do what he did
for some satisfaction of hitting a kid

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