You laugh at me, when I came in class
held your nose, as I walked on pass.
Pointed your fingers, called me a name's
walked to my desk, my head hung in shame.
My clothes were old, ragged and tore
the long sleeves covered, all of the sores.
Was a very hot day and the teacher asked
if didn't mind, would I sit in back of the class.
Tried hard as I could, to sit real still
but the pain hurts bad, that I still feel.
I tried hard to tell, but no one cared
beatings at home, was my worse fear.
I wanted to cry, cause it hurt me bad
the pain I feel inside, really makes me sad.
Tears came down, like drops of rain
the teacher noticed, that I was in pain.
They called me to the office, said I was insane
because I didn't, wanna try to explain.
They knew that day, that I couldn't say
I got home, there would be hell to pay.
Broken bones, wasn't anything new to them
like finding a tree and breaking off a limb.
The pain that I got, will never go away
cause it's still in my mind and I feel it today.
Tracy Rollings
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/myworse-fear-child-abuse/
