The Beaten Child's Plea -[poem]-

I lay in my bed, as still as i can be
Laying in utter silence
So that they won't notice me
I pretend to be asleep
Some where far away in a dream
Because when they think I'm asleep
That's the only time I'm free
My name is Carrie
I'm 8 years old.
I cook, I clean
I do what I'm told.
My grades are good.
Mostly A's
And if I only cry 4 times then it's been a good day.
My life is simple,
Yet no one can see,
That I live in a broken home
Where two parents beat on me.
Daddy hits and yells
and then Mommy takes a turn.
Screaming the whole time
That I'm getting what I deserve
Mommy uses her fist,
While Daddy uses a belt
They take turns in taking breaks
While my beating's being dealt
I try my best not to cry,
or at least not let them see
Because if they see a single tear,
That's just more beating for me.
At night I lay in my bed, a sheet which lay on the floor,
I lay there shaking and crying, while shivering in the cold.
I peek round the corner,
Mommy is drinking again.
Daddy takes a drink,
then hands her the bottle labeled 'Gin'
I sit against the while,
as silent as I can be,
I needed a drink of water,
But didn't want to risk them seeing me.
I glance down at me body,
the cuts and bruises down my arm,
Then I crawl back into my bed before I cause more harm
I lay there and I think ,
every princess is saved by a knight,
But no one ever comes to save me,
And In a world of so many cry's,
No one heads A Beaten Child's Plea

~Evie~

この詩は私の思考の多くを行うてきた。それは本当に毎日殴られた子どもたちを見て痛い、と誰もそれについてののろわれたことをやっていない。