Poetry For The Broken

don't want your pity

She had schemed to have her whipped
Surely she deserves such treatment because she has refused to go out to town with her
The whip was long and strong
The whipper heartless and brutal
He had spared no sympathy
For the impudent child deserves to be straightened out
Apologize you fool she told the child
Hoping the child would do as she says
To spare her more whipping from the man
A savior of some sort she thought was she
Molding the child to a way she wants
The child was at least 18 or so but couldn't even speak her mind
The whips were fast and severe but the child could only wish not to be seen, not the pity of another