THE FLOGGING

© by April Sims

I never cried when he flogged me

I just lay there as still and gentle as a lamb

As he lifted his hand with all his might

And then struck me on the left

And then on the right

Sometimes I thought my young body

Would shut down from all the pain

That’s when I would close my eyes

And slowly float away to another plane

Refusing to shed a tear

As he struck me again and again

He would stop his flogging when he was exhausted

Then he would leave

And typically go get a beer and cigarette

Leaving me limp and lifeless on the bed

Never once checking to see if I were dead

Millions of our children are being subjected to the above every day.  I pray before it is too late that someone will see the signs and steps in before it is too late.