Humour, the armour that does not harm her. By Jacqueline Conroy

The pain inflicted does it show? did I think I’d let it go?
I had forgotten that pain you caused, a pain on hold, a pain that paused
I had no shame of who I am, It was your false, hippie morals that were a sham!
Your friends and neighbours meant much more than the child that you once bore
You gave the green light to the bully you married, never a thought for the child you had carried
The violence of years to your firstborn daughter, you led like a meek lamb to the slaughter
As his rage took hold and he threw me to the floor you did nothing! just as before
He preached of love and sang his songs, unaware of his wrongs
He stood over my body and was willing to take, all because he was a fake!
I shed no tears and looked him in the eye, knowing that I really could die!
He took the iron to bring down on my head, I shouted, do it! do it! I’d rather be dead!
His madness had taken him somewhere far, there was no going back from this emotional scar
They screamed, get out! we don’t want you here! and all because I was a queer
I packed a case of stupid stuff, I was only 16 but I had had enough!
For 30 years I tried to find, the lack of love I left behind
But every time I found my joy, you were there to pick and annoy
I was my parents, their concept of love, no help to develop no help from above
I was the runaway whose fault it was, didn’t know it was because!
Because of you! I ran so far. because of you, I bear the scar
And now I know how it should be, I ran so far, I ran to me.