In the park   

When I was 5 years old I used to get abused

And would hide in the closet the whole day.

The night I got it hit with a bottle

I could stop thinking about running away.

 

I called the cops,

But they never showed.

I heard my parents fighting again

And packed my bags,

 

Jumped out a window.

A lady was there staring,

Asking if I was okay.

I replied yes.

 

I heard a bang from my window.

I took a glance at the lady and ran,

Slept at a park for the night,

Hearing the sound of my stomach rumble.

 

As I came across this lady

she told me that I’m not in this world alone.

Come with me child.

I’ll help you, she said.