Jul 03
I never saw my mumma and poppa kissing,
I saw muma with her front teeth missing.
Every day my mumma would pray,
That tommorrow would be a better day.
But we never did have a better day,
Poppa would also pray, that he didn’t beat muma anymore,
But later that day he kicked down the door.
Mumma would sing amazing grace with tears falling down her swollen face.
Mumma is so wonderful I would tell her so,
We stay with poppa we have nowhere else to go.
Poppa would always say to me “Go away bastard child”,
I hid my pain behind a smile.
We thank god that we are now free,
Poppa’s cruelty is now a memory.
Mumma has gone to heaven, I am also free,
Freedom is beautiful and wonderful,
Free from poppa’s cruelty.
Dorothy Maude age 15 years.