Here I am,
child of ten,
thrashed until,
I can barely stand,
told not,
to cry,
to suck it up,
again and again,
taught to be,
a real man,
because she can,
here I am,
an angry,
violent man,
by my mother’s hand.
A test post from my mobile. I hope it works.


  1. I wept when I read your poem … because I understand. This is so powerful and gut-wrenching. I am following your blog, and I will be back to read more of your work. Sending you positive thoughts, love and light. ~ Julie

    1. Firstly thank you my friend for not freaking out and joining my blog. I say that because I know some of my poems are confronting. Secondly I really like your blog. 🙂

  2. Hey Eric, I think people’s perception of what a ‘man’ is or should be like depends on alot of things, religion, culture, upbringing are major contributors. I say that cause I have seen highly educated men beat the life out of their wives and children. Some people just want an excuse to make the child pay for the sins of the absent parent. Sorry I’m ranting been doing that all day. Thank you very much for dropping in and commenting.

    1. Jen, your words are just as powerful and inspiring. These past few weeks have been my toughest and your comments and the strength I see in you when I read your blog has helped me so much. May Jesus go ahead of you always and make your crooked places straight. Thank you.


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