she choked pushed and hit
where were the gentle hands I needed
she degraded and yelled
where were the compliments and praise?
she never saw both sides of a fight
but I had attitude problems so I was at fault
she called it rolling my eyes
although I called it blinking, flinching In anticipation
her hand felt as hot as the sun
feeling it over and over creating black and blue
but in public we were a happy family
I stayed close too scared to wander
she always reeled me back in if I showed any curiosity
friends witness her wrath but stay quiet
reminding me I'm adopted
yet not allowing me to seek my real home
casting me away
is it obvious I'm not hers?
