Daddy's Home
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Bronte Williams, Grade 10
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Poetry
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2010
I breathe real slow,
make sure he won't hear me
my heartbeats too loud
I know he will hear me
The footsteps grow louder
and I cover my mouth
my heartbeat goes louder
I know I can't shout!
Tada! he found me
like a drunken magician
he forces me out
without my permission
NO MORE I cry
with my voice full of pain.
I deserved better, I did
I had a lot more to gain
He didn't have the right
to make my life silence
but that's what you get
for having a daddy made of violence