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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Growing Up
[time] => 2003-07-19 10:35:00
[hometext] => This is how I grew up. What a life for children.
[bodytext] => I knew fear everyday of my life,
When is he gonna pull a gun or a knife.
He's threatened to kill us time after time,
Mom's boyfriend was nothing but slime.
Dishes being thrown against the wall,
As me and my siblings huddled in the hall.
Mom begging and pleading for him to stop,
So many times we'd have to call the cops.
What can they do, not much they say,
We cry and are scared because we have to stay.
I'd lay in bed praying at night,
Hoping by morning we will all be alright.
Just knowing we are going to be dead,
"Things will be alright," Mom always said.
We'd lay in bed hearing them two fussing,
Mom crying and pleading while he's a cussing.
So many times he's held a gun to my face,
As I grabbed my siblings, how my heart would race.
I'd grabbed the babies, we'd get in the car,
Sometimes we'd get away, sometimes we wouldn't get far.
We'd sometimes sleep in the car on the street,
Many times often without any thing to eat.
Life was hell growing up for he was mean,
I never thought I'd live to see age sixteen.
Copyright © Kim Gayheart 2001
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[counter] => 188
[topic] => 43
[informant] => Kimmie_mac
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[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 10
[ratings] => 2
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => oops
)
Growing Up
Contributed by
Kimmie_mac
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Saturday, 19th July 2003 @ 10:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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I knew fear everyday of my life,
When is he gonna pull a gun or a knife.
He's threatened to kill us time after time,
Mom's boyfriend was nothing but slime.
Dishes being thrown against the wall,
As me and my siblings huddled in the hall.
Mom begging and pleading for him to stop,
So many times we'd have to call the cops.
What can they do, not much they say,
We cry and are scared because we have to stay.
I'd lay in bed praying at night,
Hoping by morning we will all be alright.
Just knowing we are going to be dead,
"Things will be alright," Mom always said.
We'd lay in bed hearing them two fussing,
Mom crying and pleading while he's a cussing.
So many times he's held a gun to my face,
As I grabbed my siblings, how my heart would race.
I'd grabbed the babies, we'd get in the car,
Sometimes we'd get away, sometimes we wouldn't get far.
We'd sometimes sleep in the car on the street,
Many times often without any thing to eat.
Life was hell growing up for he was mean,
I never thought I'd live to see age sixteen.
Copyright © Kim Gayheart 2001
Copyright ©
Kimmie_mac
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2003-07-19 10:35:00]
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Re: Growing Up
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by shelby on
Saturday, 19th July 2003 @ 10:38:54 AM AEST
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This is so sad. You had all of your emotions wrapped up in this poem. You are strong!!
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Re: Growing Up
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by norm on
Saturday, 19th July 2003 @ 10:59:34 AM AEST
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The reader shakes as your tale unfolds
We'd like to take 'HIM', show wrestling holds,
If the goal for yourself was to get to sixteen,
We hope you made it and the last of 'HIM', seen...
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Re: Growing Up
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by Kimmie_mac on
Saturday, 19th July 2003 @ 11:11:59 AM AEST
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The answer is yes, I'm thirty-five now,
Someway I made it don't know how,
So as to the last of him to be seen,
As a recovering alcoholic, forgiveness has been redeemed.
Kimmie_mac |
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Re: Growing Up
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by ShadowsCloud on
Saturday, 19th July 2003 @ 12:16:05 PM AEST
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This is so sad but very well written. My mom once had a boyfriend who beat her, I remember how scared I was that he might kill her. I have also had a boyfriend who beat me. Luckily both my mom and I got out of those bad relationships. My mom is now happily married to a wonderful man, and I am single, but I am only 21 so I have time to find the man for me. I have found that poetry can be very therapeutic, at least it is for me.
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Re: Growing Up
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by Kimmie_mac on
Saturday, 19th July 2003 @ 12:39:36 PM AEST
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Thank God that you two are out of that situation. You being the age you are have plenty of time to wait and find the right man. Good luck and take care.
Kimmie_mac |
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Re: Growing Up
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by PoloRM on
Saturday, 19th July 2003 @ 05:43:27 PM AEST
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Reading your poem made me so sad
I life like yours I've never had
Mom's one lover I call my dad
He always treats her good and never bad.
I'm only sixteen but I don't think
My Dad's love for Mom would ever sink
But your childhood has made you stronger
You'll be living for so much longer.
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Re: Growing Up
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by Ilhar on
Saturday, 19th July 2003 @ 07:37:38 PM AEST
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I grew up with an abusive father....I understand totally
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Re: Growing Up
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by Crow on
Monday, 21st July 2003 @ 12:35:31 AM AEST
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| i`ve seen this a couple of times, and i can`t think of a thing that makes me more angry. i`m glad you came through, best wishes Crow |
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Re: Growing Up
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by BABYGIRLAL28 on
Thursday, 7th August 2003 @ 10:34:07 PM AEST
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| i understand u so well..i often wondered if i would see the sun rise..but this was my father . how my mom did it for so long only god know's that answer..but i told myself once i got out of this house and i had kid's i would never put them thru what i had been thru...i am now 28 & have 3 beautiful children.. god is listening and will answer your prayers ..maybe not right then but he will...be stong and hang on just alittle longer....babygirlal |
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Re: Growing Up
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by Kimmie_mac on
Tuesday, 26th August 2003 @ 01:18:50 AM AEST
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| I am glad that you are alright. The life I lived just made me stronger and also made me a better person. Thanks for your comment. |
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