Bastard by Tamra Smith

I am not a silent poet

He called me a methadone fetus

Said I was no more than brittle tooth and bone

He said that I am a product of my own upbringing and that I deserve to die

Then he put a pillow over my face and held it down

The dog pissed with fear

He jumped up and kicked the dog

Why did he have to kick the dog like that?

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