Thursday, September 05, 2013

A poem by a young homeless woman.



Nobody Nos...

Nobody knew the sorrow and pain when my life began.
The screaming and shouting that went on.
We had done wrong everyday, so scared to move just in case my Mum got the boot.
12 pints of Newcastle, then he had turned into a nasty bastard.
Shouting and belting everyone, even when we had done nothing wrong.
My brother was given a beating that really left my mother weeping smacked to the floor
Just not for eating.
Nobody knew the sorrow and pain.

By:Sara