Tough love.

I grew up
in a home
where the back
of a cold hand
was all the love
I ever knew.

I grew up
in a home
where a belt
swung with force
was all the love
I ever knew.

My "mother" told me
it was my
own fault
for being such
a bad girl
and I believed her.

My "mother" said
she was in the right
to hit me
every day
for being
a bad girl.

When I grew older
the beatings
got worse
and I realised
if I dont get out
I'll die

So I ran away
demanding to
be free
free from
her and
the beatings.

Now I am
finaly free
but the horror
of my past
still haunts
my dreams.

Tough love
she called it
tough love
she gave me
tough love
is all I know.

Copyright 2007 Nyorioko.




Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2007-08-31 at 20:56

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