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
