He studied Double Dutch

My brother broke my finger and he set my hair on fire
He put it out with urine from the baby’s pot, the Liar
He stole the meat from off my plate and stuffed in his mouth
He still denies he hurt me but I will tell the truth

When my leg was broken, he asked me for a race
I only realised later that his motives could be base
He ran away and left me, on the way to school
I was knocked down by a bicycle, my suffering was cruel

He stole my books, he mocked my choir, he criticised and lied
I might tell you other things I have bottled up inside
But one fine day I got a grant to go away to learn
I bought myself a pair of shoes and my luck seemed to turn

Later on, he told me that he loved me very much
He had been to Cambridge where he’d studied double Dutch

7 thoughts on “He studied Double Dutch

      1. My stepbrother poured hot cocoa over my step-cousin, and she had a big puffy scar on her shoulder afterwards. I think she was about 4 when he did it. Luckily for me, all my bruises healed. They taunted me to climb to the top of the swing set when I was 5 or 6, and I broke my arm falling off. I still remember my dad shouting at me to move my fingers. I was unable to play tennis because that arm couldn’t take the repeated impacts. Sigh.

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