In earlier times a Daughter was born Who carried the welts of a belt An oath of no children By the Mother was sworn
Ten years went by An she agreed to one But you must never Lay a hand on my son
The man felt afronted By the Oath on his head But agreed to the terms His wife had said...
The son was born on A hot august Morn But the oath on his head Was the Mans Scorn
As the Boy grew older All of 8 years old he Was told his mother ill Her Failed sight ner seen
The Boy Had to help The mother to cook Taught by her From recipe books
The Man owned a factory Where each day he must be After school his time Was never free
He must clean The factory floor And haul the Rubish Out the door
By 9 he was working with 16 ft boards To help make the slats That paid for our Board
When ever the boy talked Of what he had learned He was ridiculed by the father And vicously Spurned
He was called Insane and stupid Told he belonged in a Mental institution
He was told He was a slacker That nothing he Did was ever right
The Spite and the Hatred built Day upon Day His father argued With all that he'd say
By 12 the Boy had Longshoremans Syndrome, from the weight of the work
As his spine was growing It bent the spine as it formed The Raging went on day after day The abuse heaped on the head of the Boy
When Finally he left With his back to the door For 2 years they never Heard from the Son
Till he missed Them and called 2 minutes it took till The father started again
The son slammed Down the phone in tears And wasn't heard from For another year
Through all of this from 5 years old He'd been ***** by an older boy And Held it all within Him Afraid of his Father he never had told
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I am setting here in tears thinking how hard this was to write. its the events of the story of my life but I survived
My Sister said that even though she was beaten she never had it as bad as I did for her the beating would end but for me it was unending verbal abuse
At the Factory one of the Machines could kick back wood shards at the speed of a bullet and embed them in 1 1/2 inch sheet rock wall behind the operator, 2 ppl went to the Hospital with wood completely through there hand sticking out both sides... Also I had to run the paint sprayer without a mask the Paint being thinned with Leaded Gasoline for me to breath