Momma

by Sherry Lynn   Jul 31, 2005


Momma, help me please
I can not take it anymore
He beat me again, Momma,
This time worse than before

Why does he hit me, Momma?
Why must he be so mean?
Is it because I am not of his blood?
Or is it because I am fourteen?

Momma, my head hurts
I hit it when I landed on the tile floor
He blacked my eye too, Momma
And left a bruise on my nose

Most of all, Momma
My heart is aching
I only wish daddy
Would love me once more.

Please, Momma, do not cry
Just hold me tight
And tell me
Everything will be alright

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  • 15 years ago

    by My Name Is Mouse

    I'm fourteen.
    This is my dad.
    And my mum.
    I can't tell.

    5/5 emotional

  • 16 years ago

    by Sarah

    This was so heartbreaking. I could feel the pain in the poem. Very well. 5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by she

    Oh,again i can relate to this poem, i have writen some like it,but i think this is amazing!!

  • 16 years ago

    by she

    God,this i can realte 2,so much emotion in this,its really good

  • 17 years ago

    by Pesamenteiro

    Well written. It's horrible that some men seem to need violence to feel powerfull.

    I love the way you wrote how you showed that the beaten teen needs someone to hold on to diring this hard time-in this casse momma.

    Wonderfull

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