Abuse
By: Debi Fisher
Never knew different
nice and then mean
that was my life
a surreal scene
When I was good
all kinds of gifts I would get
and when I was bad
the scene it was set
Locked into closets
slid up a wall
but I think the hits
were the worst of all
Wig brushes , hands,
wooden spoons that would split
having your friends watch
gave me a fit
This is the first time
I've stepped up to the plate
if I'd done it sooner
It would not have been too late
But I talk about cycles
and how the victim must break
and now I'm a survivor
and help others to shake
My story's not pretty
but one that must be told
I try to help others
and no I'm not bold
Just sick of the treatment
and wiser still
I broke the cycle
and it gave me a thrill
Now I try to teach others
before it's too late
break the cycle
no room for debate
Written by Debi Fisher
2006
Page Created : Pam Gallo
Midi: Moment in time
