"Where the **** did you go?
Answer me now!
Why the **** don't I know?
Get in the house!
Wipe that look off your face!
Don't you dare ******* smile!
You're a ******* disgrace!
Can't believe you're my child!

Now I'll make it ALL right.
Go lay down on my bed.
Don't you put up a fight!
Or you might end up dead"

"Daddy loves you"
"I love you"
"I love you"
he said

So she put up a fight
Because she'd rather be dead.



(This all happened to a good friend of mine. She asked me to capture these memories in a poem, so I did)