Black Poetry : The Abuse I Took

Ireadastory

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I dropped out of school at a very early age,
Now I regret it I’m so full of rage.
I am trying to make it on my own but it’s not easy because I’m all-alone.

My parents died when I was ten,
I stayed with my uncle he committed such sins.

He liked me a lot sometimes too well,
I should know because parts of my body began to swell.
My uncle told me I should never tell and if I did I would go to jail.

He said it was all my fault and that I shouldn’t be so bad,
I don’t know what I did to be treated this way but it made me feel sad.
As I got older he began to stop and I began to realize it wasn’t my fault.

When I was eighteen my uncle died too,
I was kind of happy because now the abuse was finally through.


I have been trying to make it every since then,
Wanting the pain and sores to mend.
But it’s not easy when the cuts are so deep,
I guess the older I get the nightmares will keep.

So every night I must pray for all of the kids of the world to never have
To be treated that way.
 

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