Scars

• Tiff Walker, Grade 09
• Poetry
• 2017

You would come up stairs, sit on my bed and read me a story. Than leave me to cry myself to sleep from all the pain. You would insist to take me to school.
I would walk to school with a bruised face instead

You kicked, punched, beat me. Bruise after bruise, broken after the other. Every time i try. You'd turn it in reverse.

Id found mamma on the ground with a black eye. And i was next. Crush, break, smack. On the ground

You kicked, punched, beat me. Bruise after bruise, broken after the other. Every time i try. You'd come running after.