Worthless like a street urchin
You said to me that night
And the way you looked at me
Made me wonder if you were right

Akin to the dust on your feet
You told me once a day
and as I shook you laughed
Telling me that’s where I’d stay

Clutching on the toy
Held tight in my hand
You hit me so hard
For a week I couldn’t stand

Hatred in your eyes
You smiled cruelly at me
As the belt hit again
And the blood flowed free

I though you were an angel
Punishing me for my faults
But now I know mamma
The fault was all yours


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