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Bonfire of the Tragedies
"Flipping through this comic book,
I remember how badly I wanted to be a superhero
I could have stopped him from beating my mom
and beating me.
Or at least been able to shrug it all off and say to him
'Hitting us doesn’t make you strong.'”
There was a long silence
Then he took a swig of his beer
and threw the comic book into the bonfire
I didn’t know what to say
I couldn’t relate
My dad was never around to hit me
I remember how badly I wanted to be a superhero
I could have stopped him from beating my mom
and beating me.
Or at least been able to shrug it all off and say to him
'Hitting us doesn’t make you strong.'”
There was a long silence
Then he took a swig of his beer
and threw the comic book into the bonfire
I didn’t know what to say
I couldn’t relate
My dad was never around to hit me
Published 28th Mar 2011
| Edited 18th May 2012
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7th Apr 2012 8:19am
Could almost feel the disappointment in the first verse. I assume it wasn't your father doing the beating?
My mother had similar boyfriends as i was young. Left me with hate and regret.
I really like this piece!
My mother had similar boyfriends as i was young. Left me with hate and regret.
I really like this piece!
8th Apr 2012 5:39am
No, I was never physically abused, luckily. This was just a emphatic piece with a twist end that I was proud of.
