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Talk About It, Let It Stop! Tears come
to my eyes And mom
never acts surprise Letting her
rollercoaster of men Keep
abusing me all over again All because
they pay our bills Boyfriends
of hers take their pleasured fills Out on me
and it hurts, I feel bruised Used for
their convenience, fully abused Tears come
and on my cheeks they dry I can’t
scream out loud if even I try These
nightly visits have turned me into a shell Left me
emotionless and created my Hell Evil has surged
into my life Trusted
into me like an assailants knife I am wounded
but mommy doesn’t care Tonight she
sent a man in here She
pretended that she was fast asleep Then he
came in and the evil trusted in deep On the
radio I heard of some who cared at Paredos Parent
Education for Development In Written by Khaidji From BajanPoetry.com
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I Wish You
Were… I was
promiscuous and got a child Was
kicked out from home and lived poorly styled I got
another son from the father of my boy Should’ve
used prophylactics but he said wouldn’t enjoy He
screamed at the children for the slightest thing Yelled
to the top of his voice, unceasing One
night when from a nightmare the children arose Uncaringly
he grabbed a belt ready to share blows When
I stopped him and argument broke out Everything
was my fault he started to shout Room
after room, he cried out to the kids with blatant scorn Exclaiming
vehemently “I wish you were never born!” Written by Khaidji From The Bajan
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