He came to school with a smile
Everyone thought he had an enviable life.
Loving parents, a nice house, many toys
What more could any child want, eh?
He gets an A+ in his tests
Teachers love him for his sweet behavior,
His classmates hate him and bully him,
A normal boy of twelve is he.
Is he? Is he what they think?
Do they know the horrors he faces,
Alone, scared, sad, every night at home?
Does anyone know how much he begs
His father to stop beating his mother
To not kick her as she writhes
On the ground in excruciating pain and
Cries in silence, not reproaching the former
As he continues his brutal, drunken assault.
Sometimes the little boy is beaten too.
No one knows, how he cleans up
After his father goes to bed and
His mother is fast asleep on painkillers
With dried tears and bruises gracing her
Once beautiful, now worn out, tired face.
He never understands why she still loves
And forgives the brutal man called father.
How he does his homework in solitude,
Sobbing silently at his cruel twisted fate.
Does anyone even care for this boy?
In the morning, father feels guilty, and
Gives the little boy money or toys
But does bribe ever conquer extreme hate?
The boy is left alone on weekends
With his nanny, whom he fears most.
He hates the way she touches him
Once his parents leave him at home,
Caressing him with perverted fingers while he
Shuts his eyes, and whimpers in agony,
Waiting for the disgusting ordeal to end.
He has no one whom he trusts
Or shares his problems with. Come on!
Doesn’t he have a perfect, happy life?
And that is why , I tell you,
Never hesitate, son, to share your problems.
I never had anyone to share my
Problems with, Till I found your mommy.
She gave me the will to live.
But I don’t want you to suffer
Like I did. Always tell her everything.
When you receive and read this letter,
Ill be dead, stupid cancer, you know.
But I have no more regrets left.
You and your mother completed the void
I had for long in my soul.
So son, bottom line, never bully anyone
You never know what they’re going through.
Always lend a helping hand to others,
And always remember, men are also raped.
Love, Daddy.
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Kaushiki's soup for the literary soul
Poetry🥈 Second Place in The Rare Awards Poetry, 2020. 🥈 Second Place in The Creator's Choice Awards, 2020. A collection of poems, an eclectic mixture of emotions and pain. Different types of poems for diverse emotions. But no requited love poems or happ...
