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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2145715
A poem narrating the woes of a stepchild
A Stepchild’s Trauma

The boy was beaten black and blue,
But he had absolutely no clue
Why he was beaten so
By his angry father Joe;

He ran to his mother in tears
To reveal his mortal fears
And escape his furious father
With whom he wouldn’t be rather;

Whimpering he told his tale,
Looking terrified and pale,
“Mom, why does dad love me not
Like he does my brother tiny tot?

He fondles him and cuddles him,
Calls him “My sweet Jim’
He often takes him out
But when I ask, he does shout;

For no fault of mine,
He makes me cry and whine,
He doesn’t let me near him,
He keeps his face very grim;

Wiping her tears the mother said,
“I understand your dread,
Know that you’re not his son,
But son mine, and his stepson;

I know not why it should be so,
But it’s how matters go,
Till he learns to love you,
Just be my son and don’t rue.

Raghav R
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