SCARS

My skin was a canvas displaying the grotesque marks your whips made
My mind recalled the intense pain
I stare at the scars and sometimes felt afraid
And vowed that no one i know will go through such an ordeal again

For you said it was punishment for my behavior
Blows to my face,lashes on my back to redeem my soul
I cried for the help of a savior
No one came to save me from your execrable goal

My nights were just as tortuous for you constantly violated my body
While cursing and swearing i will never be somebody
That my body belongs to you
So you can do with it as it pleases you to

One day hell was let loose
I got tired of the torture and abuse
I mustered courage to make the hard choice
Of speaking up against you with my voice

I'm getting the much needed help
Its hard,sometimes for no reason i yell
And I am thankful for the ugly scars
They led me and others in my shoes to the beautiful place we now are!

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Painful to read. I'd say the dude is lucky you didn't own a Glock.