Oh to have been born suspenders
To support trousers without any shame
Instead Iím a belt that frequently renders
painful screams when wielded to maim.
I keep up the pants of a sometimes bully.
When heís drunk, as a weapon Iím used.
If sober from loops he rarely removes me.
ĎCept in anger a loved one is bruised.
History used as justification,
ďMy daddy beat me black and blue.Ē
I was passed down by that generation
to ensure whippings continue.
Doomed to recall every childís tear
Every cruel beaterís hundred-proof chuckle.
The remorse I feel, yes, is severe.
Eclipsed only by that of the buckle.