Slam Poetry

I Got

A white picket fence and a typical family in the suburbs was all I ever longed for.
My heart beating, aching, bleeding, pleading for any sense of normality.
Instead
I got him
His judgements, his cruel words
His fists
I got trembling in a chair too petrified to move a muscle. Silently preying not to be noticed for fear of his next move.
I got tip toeing or whispering past 7
I got anxious over the thought of him picking me up from school
I got sick at the thought of spending time with him.
I got silence from my brother because he was scared to be associated with me
I got comforting my mum every night as she bawled in my arms
I got growing up thinking "how could anyone love me when the person who gave me have of his genes, doesn't"
I got crying silently in the passenger seat as the bruise on my leg throbbed from where his hammer hand thumped down
I got only pipe dreams of living in a world where my daddy loved me, where I was daddy's little girl.
I got writing stories, not to express myself but to transport me into someone else's life.
I got
Him