Choosing the least of them, if I could
Knowing that she wanted to punish me, really good
I dreadfully handed the switch to her
Things that happened after that, a blur.
Left with the stinging pain and welts on my skin
I dreaded ever doing, whatever, again.
Wishing the hickory switch would catch flame
Did not stop me from laying on it guilt and blame.
When really it was her hand
That did the reprimand.
Often, I thought about breaking that switch, just some
But I am sure she’d notice, huh?
Wearing the switch marks to school was embarrassing
Never had to deal with harassing
But I know the kids knew,
What happened outside of school.
I’d rather take a belt to my rear
Than that hickory switch, I swear.
MwsR ❤️
Mws R Writings 
The cane was used here once for the she thing.
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No. It was used to punish kids for disobeying. Like a very thin, whisky acting stick.
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Oh I see, so used like a cane?
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It would be a branch off of a Hickory Tree.
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What is this hickory switch?
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