She’s been beaten, abused
She feels so confused
And you say how sad, poor thing
You say it’ll be alright
But deep down she knows
It will never be
She knows when she gets home mommy will yell
And then she’ll drink and later when everyone’s asleep
Mommy will hit her
Because she loves alcohol more than her
You say it’s alright
you say you say you understand
but unless you’ve been beaten and abused
you will never truly understand.
love the poem and the way you did with rich and inspiring way.... hope you write more and more as you have much ability to do... I wish you to see my poems and comments and your comment will be respected and added to my new book as i am already a poet of 6 books in hand...