((((( radio_flyer and all )))))

I hate that we are all feeling the effects of abuse.

I thought by posting this, maybe people who wouldn't otherwise understand, might find empathy. Maybe those who do understand, can find it for each other.

I posted "The First Stone" in Creative Corner, but thought maybe it was more appropraite here.

There are reasons why people do some things.
I'm not saying it's okay.
I'm not saying it's not.
I'm just saying.

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THE FIRST STONE

I hid in the basement so mother wouldn't beat me
Scared of her. Mad at her. Now I beat my kids.
I fall to my knees and cry.
Could you cast the first stone?

Daddy don't hit mommy. Please don't make her bleed.
Loved him. Hated him. Now I beat my wife.
I fall to my knees and pray.
Could you cast the first stone?

My old lady drank a fifth a day. Went from mom to monster.
Swore I wouldn't touch a drop. Buddy can you spare a dime?
I fall to my knees and retch.
Could you cast the first stone?

Daddy please don't touch me there. No, Daddy it feels wrong.
But he loved me. Daddy loved me. I'm searching for his love.
I fell to my knees.
And the stones were cast.

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