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Hatred peering through my doorway

He would stand at my bedroom doorway
Taunt me with his hate
You shitty black bastard
He'd hiss spitting every word

No one will ever like you..//
You'll never be anyone..//
You're a piece of shit..//
You will never be better than me..//

I would cower in my single bed
Placed firmly against the wall
Paralised with fear
As where his rage would lead I could never tell

Around me lay my childhood toys
Full of innocence as they heard
My screams and pleads for him to stop
Which only fueled his rage

As I tinkered on the edge of existence
Childhood stolen within the fight to survive
Along with the pain inflicted by his fists
His words urged me to take my own life

Standing at my doorway
With his hate filled eyes
Torturing me because he could
No one by my side

Christopher Wellbelove
23 July 2007