Childhood

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When I was a child
I was beat to the bone
Told many stories
That left me stoned.

My life was not easy I swear
Knowing that A God was out there
Why couldn't he hear my cries
Till this day I still wonder why.

The woman
In black
Was always
Near
She was the one who gave me my fears.

The blood dripping from her face
Showed me how I was a disgrace
I slowing withered each day
Remembering that woman in every way .

I look back on my past
And realize that woman was me
Telling myself who I wanted to be
And now I realize I am no longer free
From the chains holding me back
I was tossed around like a sack
Wondering if anyone will hear my bones crack.

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