Struggles
What could be worseThan humiliation itself
Maybe being stomped
Kicked and beat with a belt
As a child they both
Mess with your little mind
And often times make you
Feel as though you're blind
These things rip and tear
At such a little bitty heart
And you walk around
Wondering how did this start
Let's face it a lot of the kids that
Go through this wind up in jail
Our only hope is the ones
That caused this wind up in hell
Those who make it through it
Struggle to lead productive lives
They carry scars inside them
They still try to be good husbands and wives
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