Is My Home Still A Home? A Poem by Melati

Dear father and mother,

What are these bruises for?

I've worked my best just for you to stare at me

When will you ever say "I'm proud of you, son"?

Am I merely a form of entertainment to see?

When will you come back home, father?

When will you cook me lunch, mother?

Are we ever a family?

Or, is it just me?

I truly care for you, mother and father,

But when will you care about me?

When will you take me to vacation to somewhere where the sun sets?

Or when will we be like the family we wish to be?

Dear mother, dear father,

I'm just a child in this world

And both of you are my home, 

my place to rest, my place to love

Or is my home a place full of junk and bladed mouths?

Is my home still a home?

Is My Home A Home? 

Written by Melati, dedicated for victims of child neglect and physical abuse