skin red with prints of hand what has he done to annoy this man the man his dad he don't understand why he strikes him with his hand said with voice so loud sit there don't make a sound or ill strike you once more he sits and waits for commands, the kid just dont understand mind so pure he carnt comprehend what makes the man he loves go round the bend once more he is struck again because he don't understand he wants to go and play with friends so he moves it starts again he sits waiting for the end when he sleeps it ends,

When I was a kid getting smacked was called discipline, now it's called assault. There is a line though, & people who cross it need to be smacked!

a creative mind or written from life experiences so many will read n recall yesteryear

a bit of both not abused just something that stays with me love my dad he made me what I am today an amazing man and mother love them with all my heart