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Sweet Childhood Of Mine.I used to play outside a lot, When I was a little girl aged 3, Happily playing, giggling in the garden, My pram, my doll and me! The kids in the street would be playing games, While I watched with reverent glee! Dancing laughter in my eyes, When I was only 3… But; I used to get hit a lot, When I was little; only 3… But not when I was in the garden, Mum wouldn't hit me then, you see. I think the children in the street, Saw my mummy batter me? But I'm not really sure… After all, I was only 3… I would laugh and giggle the day way! When I was a little lass of only 4, I loved playing with my doll and pram, Whilst sitting by the open door. My teapot and cups all over the garden, With some water to fill them up some more, Oh but I had a lovely time… When I was little, aged only 4… But; One time I was in the living-room, I remember; it was when I was just 4… I spilt my teapot water… All over the carpeted floor… My mummy didn't like the mess, She loved her house to be clean, So she battered me with the rolling pin, I think someone heard me scream? When I was playing in my room one night, I was 4; and fell right off my bed, It must have made an awful bang, As the floor came in contact with my head! My mummy came to my room in a rage, And dragged me off the floor, She screamed to me she'd had enough, And couldn't take any more… I think I was a good girl sometimes? When I was only 5… But mostly I must have been naughty, Because I'd see mum coming up the drive! She'd make me go inside the house, And throw me across the floor, And beat me up, but no-one heard, Cos my mummy would shut the door! I think I was a naughty girl? Cos mummy would always say; ‘You're a wicked evil child! That's why I beat you every day!' No-one heard me cry, they said, No-one really had a clue… No-one helped me; they didn't care, No-one thought it was even true. They'd see my bruises all over, And no-one would ever tell… Or take me away from that wicked mummy, So they sentenced me to hell! I used to have such sad times, When I was a little lass of 5, I would sit and cry all day long, And I didn't want to be alive! I thought I had such happy times, But that was only inside my head… When I was a little girl, of 5... Before I ended up cold and dead! …Abuse... Terrible Word That Isn't It! Can You Hear The Silence? Open Your Ears... Open Your Eyes... Open Your Heart... But Please Don't Turn Away! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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