Mother my...
hands are broken
and they are bound
I'm lying here bleeding...
...my blood on the ground
Mother my...
clothes are rags...
shoes are nonexistent
head is shaved
...there is no resistance
Mother you said...
I am a worthless
ruiner of lives
...these things you told me
all of them lies...
mother I've become...
a machine
...with a heart of steel
immune to emotions
unable to feel...
Scared of love...
afraid to lose
...all of them side affects of
child abuse.
Nicole Jaimie Carothers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-22/
