Fire! The whip touches my legs,
leaving a stripe
burning
across the back of my thigh.
I've done nothing wrong
except being there
when he dropped something
and it broke,
yet I still receive
the whipping
as punishment.
And I know that
the broken dish
is not the real reason
I am getting the whip.
It's because
I am now
somehow
tainted.
It has been like this
since I told about
the molestation
when I was 4.
I still can't
really comprehend
at age 12
why
my father beats me,
but I live with it
almost daily.
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Not a new one, but a good old one.
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