I remember my mom and dad drinking
I remember my mom and dad fighting
I remember the harsh abuse
I remember them telling me I was nothing
Stickes and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
I remember my moms late night parties
I remember them smoking weed
I remember getting nothing to eat
one potato, two potato, three potato, four
I remember the kicks, the punches, the hitting, and the bruises
I remember social services rescuing me
I remember all the foster homes, and how they affected me
I remember the family that adopted me
I remember finally feeling safe
I remember that life is made up of good things and bad.
For every bad there is always a good
Roses are red, violets are blue
Sugar is sweet and so are you
This Poem I Do Not Write so i cannot Take Credit for it but my friend did she has suffered child abuse since she was just 4years old she is now 16.. i found this poem in her bedroom in a diary entry it was marked 1999 .. This is a true poem and Child abuse is a serious Crime
