I am full of hatred
I wonder if he hates himself
I hear his apologies day after day
I see his hands on my mother’s neck
I want these memories to disappear
I am full of hatred
I pretend I love him
I feel his hand on my leg
I touch the dial pad, and think 9-1-1
I worry about seeing him again
I cry realizing my stepfather is a psycho
I am full of hatred
I understand everything happens for a reason
I say, “He’s gone; he won’t come back.”
I dream of his killing us.
I try to forgive him; it’s not happening.
I hope my father beats him good.
I am full of hatred.
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About POPS The Club
POPS is a high school club that welcomes all those whose lives have been touched by prison. We offer a space where members are encouraged to write, talk and paint their truths. At POPS we thrive on seeing the world as it is while imagining it as it could be. We are creating hope by tackling shame and fear. We are building a community based on dignity and openness.
