A Beating

I have been left alone.
Finally, a break from the hurt.
Hard-toe boots kicking my body.
I try to move but I can't.
People are holding me down.
They want me to feel it.
They say I have done wrong.
They have sex with me.
It goes over and over.
I have failed them.
I have failed everyone.
Satan wants me to hurt.
To cry out. To be in agony.
To never succeed in life.
They come back.
My break is over.
They begin again and it hurts.
They stop and show a cat.
They break its neck.
Tells me that mine could be next.
They let me go.
I am scared, terrified.
I hate the people.

November 1999

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