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When I was ten years old,

My mother was a drunk

Sitting there, beer in hand

Smelling like shit

Waiting for dad to come home.

My dad came home in a bad mood

He got mad at mom

Started beating her

I was sitting there

Watching my mother being hit

Not being able to do anything

My brother walks in

Yelling at dad

Dad turns on him

I jump in to take my brother's blow from a belt

I go to school with bruises on my body

The teachers ask where they came from

I tell them I fell

I am black and blue all over

I cry myself to sleep at night

I try running away,

I just get brought back.

I do not want to stay at the house

Please do not send me back!

They sent me to a foster home

I am safe now

But the past still hurts

Thank god  

Now I am safe.