
Based on a true story of terrible abuse to my nine year old cousin from his mother... That's all I can say... Very angsty, very tragic, very personal
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Tragedy - Words: 230 - Published: 12-19-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2292597
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Remember Him—Your Son—
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The phone rings
But—
No one answers
Something is wrong;
It always is when—
No one picks up
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This time;
What could it be?
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Another beating of your child
In a darkened room;
Alone—
Naked—
Desperate, painful cries
That no one hears;
Or cares about—
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Remember him—your son—
On the brink of death
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Or perhaps—perhaps
You are too busy;
Feeding the dog
His food—
His daily meals—
Because you claim
He eats too slow
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Remember him—your child—
And the abuse he suffers from you
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Maybe—just maybe
You're ridiculing him once more
Embarrassing him—
Shaming him—
Forcing him to wear his sister's clothing
Rather than buying him his own
Because you say he's not worth it
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Remember him—your gift—
And how poorly you have treated this treasure
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Can you live with yourself?
Knowing you have caused him—
A young boy of merely nine
To spend his life; his future
In a wheelchair—you crippled him
Making him remember his haunted past
And constant abuse from you—his mother
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Remember him—your blessing—
And how we care more than you do
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Because—because
Justice will be served
Sooner—
Or later—
No longer will we watch; pretend
We have taken authorized actions now—
Yes, this family has turned against you
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Remember him—your son—
And how you have lost him forevermore
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