Rejection and corporal punishment reintroduced
Father fists me like a boxing bag swaying all direction
He legs me like a soccer ball bulleting like a strikers pick
I gasped for air but then he takes pride simultaneously
I utter my utmost beseech for my fair say of innocence

However, their ever raging presence is felt by me
Crushed by hopelessness, emptied being helpless
Disgrace to my friends I am completely worthless
I kneel on my knees with sheer quiver and shiver

Now, speechless with a disfigured face and bruised body
Almost at the verge of bleeding to my destiny
I lay low unconscious with nothing to lose but
With dignity and honour to the stature of a child

I am innocent