Child Abuse

 I had a very happy childhood just to clarify that.

In this poem I transport myself or at least try to a teenagers view point.

Black blood spills
From my tear-ducts
Destroying the white crochet kerchief
An heirloom from Gran.

Oh God
Jesus will I cope ??
My Jesus how will I cope ?? 

This was meant to be
The happiest day of my life. ..

But I've just turned fifteen. ..

They tell me I'm wise beyond my years. ..

And as I'm handed the shears 
I cut the cord
That binds me to my little boy

Headlines hit the tabloids
Probably. ..

Monster rapist
Gets electric chair
ZAP
And you're gone. 

I watch the mid-wife
Like a hawk
She's swats that bloody bluebottle
That was buzzing through the birth
Disgusted I look on
While she looks relieved
Don't know why
And don't really care

I close my eyes

What now ?? 

Mammy, help me…

23rd August 2013