Him

He beat my mother,
He beat my mind.
He beat my sister,
He beat my mind.
He beat me,
The memory I cannot find.

My mother screams,
I cry in vain.
My sister screams,
I cry in vain.
Into the pillow I would cry,
Wishing he would die.

He tortured me with words,
He made me want to die.
Then he laughed,
When I screamed and cried.

But it hurt even more,
When I saw my mother cry.
It hurts even more,
To see tears in my sisters eyes.
Into my pillow I would cry,
Wishing him to die.

Christopher Wellbelove
31 January 1988