I was told to forget what happened & go home you're wrong,
Look after the boys & your mother it's where you belong.
I'm a child I don't want to, I told them can't you see,
They took me to see you, I tried to break free
I ran away... I couldn't take anymore,
My head was hurting as you, had made me sore.
I was still being beaten, i was still looking after the boys,
I just wanted to join my friends & play with toys.
I couldn't take anymore Ive always confessed,
I told you the truth, his sins we addressed.
My wee body wanted to rest, it was exhausted in every way,
I was a young child i just wanted to play.
I wanted some time... to sort little me,
I'd always been strong, I just had to be.
I told my mum we got you put in jail
They took me to see you they continued to fail.
This Childs safety doesn't matter we can't see a bruise,
She may have shown us them, not to see; that's what we chose.
Take her to see her abuser in jail. We've nothing to lose,
Shes well conditioned & accepted her life of abuse.
He'll deal with her. She's his puppet, shell come undone,
He'll send her back home our job is done.
She does what she's told she's a child & has no choice,
We will ensure & help re enforce that she has no voice.
let's write it in her notes then go have some fun.
Alcoholic mother & the abusive son
She can nurture her siblings, she doesn't matter!
Excuse me sir, I'm me! I disagree with the latter!
Look after the boys & your mother it's where you belong.
I'm a child I don't want to, I told them can't you see,
They took me to see you, I tried to break free
I ran away... I couldn't take anymore,
My head was hurting as you, had made me sore.
I was still being beaten, i was still looking after the boys,
I just wanted to join my friends & play with toys.
I couldn't take anymore Ive always confessed,
I told you the truth, his sins we addressed.
My wee body wanted to rest, it was exhausted in every way,
I was a young child i just wanted to play.
I wanted some time... to sort little me,
I'd always been strong, I just had to be.
I told my mum we got you put in jail
They took me to see you they continued to fail.
This Childs safety doesn't matter we can't see a bruise,
She may have shown us them, not to see; that's what we chose.
Take her to see her abuser in jail. We've nothing to lose,
Shes well conditioned & accepted her life of abuse.
He'll deal with her. She's his puppet, shell come undone,
He'll send her back home our job is done.
She does what she's told she's a child & has no choice,
We will ensure & help re enforce that she has no voice.
let's write it in her notes then go have some fun.
Alcoholic mother & the abusive son
She can nurture her siblings, she doesn't matter!
Excuse me sir, I'm me! I disagree with the latter!