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The Violence

Oh no!

Here she comes again.

Mom please!

I don't want to fight.

Please stop yelling.

I didn't take your food.

I swear.

 

I'm not listening to this.

I walk away.

Mom!

What are you doing?

Why did you put my head through the wall.

 

I punch, I kick.

I fight back.

Why are you choking me?

I bite her arm.

 

My aunt calls the police.

Four officers break up the fight.

Why am i being cuffed.

Why isnt she going too?

I didn't do anything wrong.

 

The detective questions me.

I spend three days in county jail.

The district attorney finally drops the charges.

Now I have to go back to her.

 

Please Lord let me live.

I promise to do good.

I'll change I promise.

Please don't let me die.

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Written by
Thelioness1988
30 / F / Wisconsin
Published
Nov 21, 2018
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29·132
Notes

This actually did happen to me when I was 15 years old. My mother was/still is emotionally, verbally, and physically abusive to me. Though the physical abuse has mostly stopped since I am trained in the use of firearms, baton, pepper spray, jujitsu, and defense and arrest tactics.

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