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My legs are covered in bruises
And I have a scar by my left eye.
I’m not allowed to smile, though
And I’m not allowed to cry.

I think my right arm’s broken
But shh, don’t tell my dad.
He doesn’t like to worry bout me
When he’s already mad.

I have a burn on my left wrist
From when he pushed my arm
Against the stove, the hot, hot stove
And did a bit of harm.

I have a bear, a teddy bear.
He doesn’t have a name.
He makes me better every time
I’m feeling hurt and shame.

Today, my dad came home kind of late
A beer still in his hand.
I closed my eyes and waited.
He screamed, he shouted, and…

Well, my name is Mary Starr
And this is how I died.
But daddy always loved me.
And daddy always lied.
Speaks for itself.
Just a thought in my head, thought I'd write it down...
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This is a brilliant piece of work. As a social work student, it breaks my heart to read it, and I teared up because of the reality of the poem. You should be proud of this art because it brings to life the heartache a child can go through when they are being abused. You bring up the emotions and thoughts of someone that gets forgotten in real life. The children who are victims really suffer emotionally from the abuse, and I don't think we always think about how the emotional abuse is just as bad as psychical abuse. Brilliant work!
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Wow. Just wow. You're amazing, you know. This is amazing. I can imagine the scene perfectly, the poor little child and the drunken father. The way your words fall of the page (screen) impact so many people out there, so many people who have gone through something similar. It was as if I were living the life of that child through that child's eyes; the brilliance of it all is amazingly captivating in itself. Thank you so much for writing this. This really means a lot to many people, and it means a lot to me. Mary didn't deserve to die, but sometimes that's how things work. A father comes home too late, he's been out too long, and doesn't want to face it. He loses his control until...and blackness is all the child can see. Thank you.
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ProjectAnimation Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Oh my gosh... this is stunning. Absolutely incredible. clap remake 1a 
kylebjart Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Great poem, been there so certainly pulled a few heart strings! Thank you for sharing.
Akire123 Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
this made me cry a bit
xXBlackRoseWolfXx Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
The last part was rather weird tome only because my art teachers name is Mary Starnicky O-O
But keep up the great work :D
whatifguyplz Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2013
wow i'm so sorry i called you a dirt bag you have every right to be mad at your father. But for real you need to call child services right now. Don't do anything crazy
MikkiMarie Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
No... this isn't true. Don't worry. :)
whatifguyplz Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2013
he reads the comments doesn't he
MikkiMarie Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Lol he doesn't even know I have this account XD he's actually sick right now, sadly. The majority of my poems are stories, fiction stories. Unless i say otherwise.
whatifguyplz Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2013
ok i'm just saying if there's anything you need to say you should tell someone that's all
DruidCentaur Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Did your father abuse you and your mum a lot because a few of your poems are to do with abuse from a father?
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