Reflection

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


When I was just a kid



Meals were served at the table



Outside entertained us



because we couldn't afford cable



We were sent to school with lunches



In brown paper sacks



And when times got real tough



We had to bring them back



Before we left the house



Our mother often warned



What happens in her house



Remains behind closed doors



I was escorted to the office



Where children's aid was waiting



To question me on the villainous role



Our mother was playing



Sitting in a room full of people



Who think they know my story



Never knowing what I did



I was always first to say I'm sorry



I lied through my tears



Terrified to wake the angry beast



I said she never hurt us



But the truth had already been released



I didn't know what made her so angry



Or why I always thought it was my fault



It's so hard to be a kid



When you're the target of an adult



We went to family counseling



As was strongly suggested



But five minutes in



She got tired of their questions



"They just want to know our business



They don't want to help"



She didn't want to admit



The issue was herself



Removed from a situation



Labeled a potential danger



Temporarily placed



In the home of a couple strangers



Why they always took us back



I will never understand



But at least I've learned some lessons



First and second hand



Like ripples in a pond



Abuse flowed through our home



I was still just a kid



When I moved out on my own



I try to keep in mind



That this won't happen again



They can't hurt me anymore



I choose how this ends

Submitted: August 01, 2018

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When I was just a kid Meals were served at the table Outside entertained us because we couldn't afford cable We were sent to school with lunches In brown paper sacks And when times got real tough We had to bring them back Before we left the house Our mother often warned What happens in her house Remains behind closed doors I was escorted to the office Where children's aid was waiting To question me on the villainous role Our mother was playing Sitting in a room full of people Who think they know my story Never knowing what I did I was always first to say I'm sorry I lied through my tears Terrified to wake the angry beast I said she never hurt us But the truth had already been released I didn't know what made her so angry Or why I always thought it was my fault It's so hard to be a kid When you're the target of an adult We went to family counseling As was strongly suggested But five minutes in She got tired of their questions "They just want to know our business They don't want to help" She didn't want to admit The issue was herself Removed from a situation Labeled a potential danger Temporarily placed In the home of a couple strangers Why they always took us back I will never understand But at least I've learned some lessons First and second hand Like ripples in a pond Abuse flowed through our home I was still just a kid When I moved out on my own I try to keep in mind That this won't happen again They can't hurt me anymore I choose how this ends


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