Author's note: Child abuse in New Zealand is rampant. It's horrific and it's sad. For some reason, parents in this country are so angry and no one's really sure why or how to stop it. This poem is based on this story but it's not the first and it's not the last.
It was hot, the sun was shining, the day I took my final breath.
Kids were running around the neighbourhood, screaming with joy,
But I wasn’t screaming with joy.
I was a good, happy child, I could do no harm,
But they could never see that.
They threatened me and I got scared,
I had an accident.
They were furious,
They hit me again and again and again.
I screamed as loud as I could,
Hoping someone would come, someone would save me,
But they didn’t.
I wished I could go back to the people who loved me,
I didn’t understand what I did to make these people so mad.
Now it’s too late,
The sun was shining the day my parents killed me.
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What a tragic topic. I'm glad you wrote about it, though, because child abuse is something we can't raise enough awareness of.
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