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18. Abuse
never was, never will, never would be shit,
severed loves clever drills & i stood eclipsed,
overshadowed by figures slamming me 2 the earth,
over battles i quivered, bandaging wounds from birth,
mean-mugs, fuck nurses - my mom slapped me first,
seen blood & such curses, the draum mapped the worst,
no presents or friends ... a living cell was my crib,
dads presence - defends from fitting welts on my ribs,
the belt-buckle was harsh, branded on my ass his mark,
sometimes felt subtle sparks handed by my past remarks,
never had a black eye, no teachers could see my pain,
whether sad, i cracked smiles - a feature concealed by rain,
teardrops were insignificant, wonder why the feeling left,
fear, CLOCKED! "such an idiot!", slumber scared from his reeling left,
& uppercuts ... scars show revealing wounds,
they're re-opened whenever i think they're healing soon,
im supposed to be a mommas boy, not daddys whipping post,
so close to being so destroyed, my bodys stripping hope,
now i provoke, hoping one more punch is deaths door,
so i spoke ... holding my dying breath, he fell 2 the floor,
a tiny hole had shone through, peering into his soul,
mommy crumbled to her knees - holding the lives that she stole,
in one hand, her husband she killed with his .38 snub,
the other hand, her son she killed - never consoling or loved.
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