Abby West
Free Writing (A Country Song)
My
daddy hit me with his belt.
My
mom was always drunk.
My
brother always beat me up.
My
sister? She went punk.
My
uncle groped me in the hall
And
said it felt real fine,
And
Cousin Larry showed me his,
Then
said I must show mine.
Chorus:
So don’t go singing all about
How childhood is so free,
And don’t you ever treat me, boy,
Like I am fam-i-ly.
An
uncle frenched me when he saw
That
I was growing breasts.
He’s
always staring at my butt—
Can’t
think of what comes next.
Another
cousin held me down
And
poured beer over me.
My
aunt just watched and laughed so hard
She
said she nearly peed.
Chorus.
My
grandma gave me cigarettes
When
I was only 8.
Then
Grandpa smiled his yellow smile,
Said
pot was also great.
And
Uncle Tyler, high on meth,
He
grabbed my curly head
And
told me I should wait for him—
He’d
see me soon—in bed.
Chorus
So
now I’m in a foster home—
Where
no one bothers me.
And
now I’m in a different school—
At
last I’m breathing free.
Chorus
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