Mind of Hope
The flesh on my bones,
the tears in my eyes,
the bruices on my body,
and the blood on the floor,
am i not good enough?
You beat me and i let you,
hoping one day you will love me as i do you.
My mouth trembles with the words i love you,
but all you feel is hate.
My body can be bent to your will,
but my mind is driven in the path of hope,
that you will see me as nothing more,
than your son.