Member Poem

Can’t you see the scars on her face?
Created and caused by their brutal grace
Scarlet red as the eye can see
But her parents just stand there and let it be
The bruises, the cuts, and the aching black eye
All of this pain and she doesn’t know why
Why her own her blood would treat her this way
With the harsh violent actions that go on everyday
She ponders and wonders….as she’s treated like crud
Are y’all my family…or are y’all just blood

Can’t you see the cuts on his neck?
Can’t you sense the obvious neglect?
He’s calling, he’s shouting, he’s pouring his heart out
Things his parents don’t know anything about
If they did, they may stop and prevent the pain
The pain they caused with only themselves to blame
He’s pouring his heart out as he really wants to leave
But a goal like that is very hard to achieve
He ponders and wonders…as he’s treated like crud
Are y’all my family….or are y’all just blood

They’re off…to a new breed now
To a breed that will love them, where peace will surround
Where they’ll be loved and cherished and where they’ll feel they belong
Where healthier relationships will grow and stay strong
They’ll forget about their parents as they’ll feel that is fair
But if their parents have a problem, then they won’t really care

So I ponder and wonder as I’m not treated like crud
Are y’all my family..or are y’all….just blood