I burned rubber
as I left the shack...
Slinging road tar,
Never looking back.
He tried to kill me,
I don't know why.
Mama never said a word,
She would have let me die!
I ran as fast as I could,
To the first man who came along...
Running far, far away,
Doing lots of things wrong.
But I had to escape his belt,
And his bitter, cruel hands.
It was either leave,
Or Kill the hateful man,
My father, my dad,
Owned a hurtful soul,
And his raging anger
Was out of control.
I straddled the bike,
Tore off, down the hot road,
And on my battered lips
Was freedom's song.
Scarlett Treat
August 7,2008
Scarlett Treat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burning-rubber/
