Nobody's Son
But I am everybody's brother
My father he struck me
and all I had was a bowl
half empty
and now I'm a man
of at least six and thirty
and I struggle every day
with who I let touch me.
I was five when he punched me
parking lot full
at my old elementary
school where they asked me
who hurts and neglects me.
I fell when I hurt my knee
my belly is hungry
may I have something to eat?
Same story, same love
years of this made me tough.
A man then of at least twenty
sitting in a cage
empty-hearted
staring at my opponent
who I will rip apart
like my father did.
I hope my name is heavy
on all your lips
who saw my state
and dismissed it.
A war inside my head
it's hot and heavy
and in times of comfort
my god how I miss it.
Look me in the eyes
I look just like him
Lie to me and tell me
I won' t be just like him.
About the Creator
Amy
Writer of my thoughts and emotional babble. Storytelling is my hobby.
Reader insights
Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
Top insight
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
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Comments (13)
Naice
This made me so sad I'm so so sorry I felt the pain through your eyes it was like a diary entry 💖i subscribed and I share similar experiences in my poem my latest one can you lmk what you think plz
Captivating and well written.Congratulations!!!
Haunting to read other people's pain, when I understand it too well. I am so sorry for what happened. I hope your writing helps you unpack those darker corners. Congrats on TP... well deserved. X
Congratulations on your top story, Amy! This hit hard, and unfortunately, I understand your pain. I hope writing it all out helps.
Nice!
I can relate to this too. I appreciate your confidence in being able to talk about it. My heart sinks for you and rises at the same time. I know all too well, how it feels when nobody hears you scream.
This is some heavy stuff. It's hard to read about someone going through such a rough childhood. The part about being five and getting punched in a parking lot is just heartbreaking. And then growing up with that trauma, struggling with who to let touch them, that's a lot to carry. I can't even imagine how tough it must be to be in that situation. It makes me wonder how many others out there are dealing with similar things and just don't know where to turn. Do you think there should be more resources available for people who've experienced childhood trauma like this? It's also sad to think about the cycle of violence that seems to be continuing. The person hopes they won't be like their father, but it's clear the trauma has had a huge impact. How do you think we can break these kinds of cycles and help people heal?
Powerful, bold and defiant! congrats on a remarkle piece and Top Story! you have a new subscriber!
I’m so sorry this happened to you Amy. It’s very brave that you turned your pain into art. I relate and stand with you 🫶🏽
This hit hard—raw, honest, and deeply moving. Your words carry so much weight. Thank you for sharing this. How are you feeling now?
Thank you for sharing something so raw and powerful. I, too, had a father who "punched me", so your words truly resonated. Congratulations on the top story — it’s well deserved. You turned pain into something strong and real.
So beautiful