One's my parent
The others my uncle
Being the little girl
I'm always stuck
When i was four i had to call the police
My uncle was chokeing my mom
Now i'm twelve
And they're at it again
Mom trying to help my poor uncle
He's yelling at her
Calling her names
Yeling loud
It makes me want to cry
I'm lucky she is strong
She kicked him outof our home
And stopped the yelling
I hate having to listen
He doesn't know anything
He has one child
His girlfriend
We don't need him and his swearing
I want it to Stop!
Anything No langue
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Speaking as a person who has lived in and through a situation like this, it is hard. I still bear scars upon my back where I was beaten with radiator hoses, fan belts, pretty much anything my father could lay his drunken hands on. *shrugs* It stops, and when it does, dont look back.
Hang in there.
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I'm so sorry to hear that and unfortunately it still continues when we wont it to stop.
just a few things i saw was;
Yeling loud
I think yelling should have 2 "l"'s
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She kicked him outof our home
I think there should be a space betwenn out and of.
Other then that I really enjoyed reading this, the emotion just hit home and I wanted to hug you.
I wish you happer ideas to write aboutiin the future.
Rose
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Well done
I really hope it stops too. That is a very terrifying poem. But over all it was well written and expressed. -
Wonderful poem, intense and candid. It's frightening. If that Uncle comes back, keep calling the cops. Talk to your Mom!
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deal with it
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aww I am sry to hear that you havin to deal with that...Well put and good poem...I hope it stops
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