The Leather Belt

(dedicated to my sister Jay, with love from your proud brother).

Are you really sure the identity

behind those red brick walls, is all you know?

Can you say behind closed doors,

everything there is the norm

we really want to hold?

Check for scars,

marvel at the process of abusers whips,

upon an age three girl.

It burns,

burns the eyes of a brothers

pride with tears for all that

she endured.

It begs receipt for

counselling when fourty-four,

just a child,

witnessed by mine angel eyes,

no love of learnt behaviour,

the false nostalgia - your romance

of insanity, behind

the red brick walls.

Michael J Waite 8^th May 2009 0052hrs.