You ask me about the bruises on my body.
i lie and say i fell.
i do not dare tell a soul
for fear that they will tell.
tell someone that my daddy beats me whenever i am bad.
that my mommy is an alcoholic
which makes me really sad.
when shes drunk and he is mad
they beat me up
it hurts real bad.
but i will never tell a soul
what they do to me
for i am scared of what he will do
i know he would not just leave me be.
