Go to your room! Be quiet, stop pushing your luck , go on get out of my sight ! Why can’t you be like your brother, can’t you do anything right!
Look at this mess what are you playing at, tidy your room you won’t get any dinner until it is done. Get out of my sight go sit in the gloom.
What, what are you playing at! You have wet your bed again do you do this to try my patience? Well you are winning you are such a pain!
Why are you so awkward, not like your brother I am sick of the look on your face you are such a bother! Go on then go, go!
So he goes and he sits in his room, he sits in the corner and cries in the gathering gloom. He sleeps in a wet bed, in the morning he changes his sheets. He kneels down and repeatedly bangs his head on the floor. You feel his pain in the repeated beats.
She is braking his spirit and hurting him so does she realize what she is doing does she care does she know. This poor little boy with no allies in view is only learning the negatives poor little soul what can he do!
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Another poem for Child Abuse Awareness Month.
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