By: ReBecca Sanchez
I havenít seen you,
in so, so long.
Youíre my mother.
But you did me wrong.
You gave birth to me,
and yet you gave me to the State.
My father abused me,
and sealed my fate.
Said he didnít do it.,
he was a big, upstanding man,
and said he was innocent.
You believed him,
and denied the law.
You refused to give importance,
to the things you should have saw.
You stayed with him,
when you shouldnít of.
You banished me,
from your mothersí love.
Now heís dead,
and you want your child back.
Suddenly Iím good enough,
and no longer under attack.
I say, too badÖ.
You had me then.
You put me in foster care,
and stayed with him.
There are some things you canít change,
or make all right.
You should have been there before,
Öand fought the fight.
You chose instead,
to give me away.
Suffering isnít new to meÖ.
but now itís your every day.
Child Abuse [ Stop it now ]
By: Young and innocent
I sit all alone in a black room
Sitting, without a care in the world
Wishing that he would never find me
I cry so hard, trying not to make a noise
But I hear footsteps
The door handle turns from left to right
I sit curled up in so much fright
I don't know what to do
The door slowly opens
I see a tall dark figure
He walks in
The lights turn on
It's so bright
He looks at me
"What should I do?" I say to myself
He walks close to me
I try to run but it's too late
I feel a tug on my neck
I get pushed against the wall
He starts beating me
You are a MISTAKE
You are a BIG PROBLEM
But then he finally stops
I fall to the floor
He walks away
Looking at me in disgrace
The door slams shut
I looked at my arms and legs
So many cuts and bruises
I'm crying so much
The pain is hurting me badly
I want to end this
I run to the bathroom
Grab the sharpest thing i can find
Looking at myself in the mirror
"WHAT THE ___ DID I EVER DO TO YOU? I HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY NOW!"
Starting to cut myself
Tears running fast down my face
My blood poured out everywhere
I lay, without a care in the world
The confusion of sexual abuse
By: Jenna davies
I remember the first time you touched me
and how confused I felt
I knew you were crossing a line
I felt my chest go tight
Inside I wanted to die
You had me completely
Stealing my feelings of safety
I longed to speak up
and speak out
But this on going pain was silent
It kept putting me to shame
I hated it when you said my name
How could I begin to tell anyone of this nightmare
That so regularly proceeded
When you brain washed me in to thinking everyone would blame me
Brand me a liar
I new it was all you that was bad not me
yet how could I expect them to believe me
when I felt I was in the wrong
but not for one moment did I ever think you were right
the frustration killed me
When I'd find myself alone I sit and think
was I asking for it?
Did I give you signals and signs?
Could I have misled you in some way?
How come you won't stop?
Why do you persist every time that I cry?
You do it harder every time
Ask me sick things like did I enjoy it?
You'd even ask if I thought you were good
not once did I like what you were doing to me
But I was confused
I couldn't even comprehend why you could feel so liberated
Doing something so low and life destroying
Why me I asked every time I looked in the mirror
I was nothing special
I was scared and unsure
Your allure made me want to vomit because it didn't attract me
It was like swallowing sick every time you kissed me
In the shower I'd stay for ages
Praying that someone by washing the outside of me
The inside would cleanse
Only that was stupid
How could water and soap heal all the damage
But I was confused
Then it all came to a head
I finally had a plan a form of attack
It hit me when I got out of the shower one day
I was looking in mirror at my naked body
Then it hit me you want me if I was ugly
So I'd stop brushing my hair
Never touched the make up
I eat till I felt ill
Then I'd feel like a pig and make myself throw up
I prayed the kisses you stole from my mouth tasted of the acid of sick
I even cut myself to get nasty scars
It was wrong to turn on myself
But I NEEDED you to STOP
I just couldn't see the harm I was inflicting on myself
But O you loved
Now you could see I was your victim all the time
You became more strong
I remember how you started to hit me if I do what you said
In the end I had no choice but to surrender myself without restraint
Then it me this is just going to go on till I'm gone
I try to let go but something keeps me hanging on
But inside there is nothing left
I just do what you want then get on with me day
Sometimes I don't know how I cope with this secret burden
Which is an odd thing to say because I'm not really coping at all
But thatís just the confusion of it all
Like when I'm lying there well you do me over and over
And I get flash backs of the fist time
And I feel the pain of when you broke my skin
And literally come within
Even now I tense up without knowing and it hurts real bad
Only I know there's no point in screaming it spars you on
I just don't know what to do
It's the confusion of it all
It depresses me
By: Summer C., Wisconsin
My heart is breaking,
Tearing at the seams;
All I can do is,
Rip out the things you said,
And tear it all apart.
There are so many words you say,
That destroy my mind,
And my heart;
The feelings of being unwanted,
Make me hate you even more.
These tear streaked eyes,
Have to face the world everyday,
It's getting harder by the day,
To keep holding in the tears,
Every time you abuse me the way you do.
You keep breaking me down,
As the days go by,
Your the one who's rotting me away,
And its the bruises you give,
That is eroding away my life.
My eyes are blinded,
By the pain I receive,
Beaten and abused,
I feel nothing else,
Because there's nothing to feel.
This life is worthless to live,
Nothing seems to be,
Like those of the others around me,
Maybe someday, just one day,
I'll walk away, unnoticed.
I can't stand my mom,
She's always yelling and hitting me,
For things I don't even do.
She likes to take everything out on me,
So I sit up in my room and cry all day,
Wishing that someday this would all change,
But I don't think it ever will,
Cause shes been doing it since I was 6.
What did I do so wrong?
Why does this happen to me?
Why was I even born?
Sometimes I feel like running away,
Other times I feel like killing myself,
But I don't really want to die,
I just can't stand the hitting anymore,
I don't know what to do.
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep at night,
And other times I lay awake,
Wondering why am I even here?
Why can't life just be fair?
I never wanted any of this,
I wish it wasn't real.
He walks through the door
And he starts to scream
Thatís all he ever does
Or so it seems
I was in his way
But I swear I did not mean it
He starts throwing things
I just pray he doesnít start to hit
Praying did not seem to work
I was knocked into the wall
I started to cry
I knew this would be the first of my falls
I tried to get up
But was knocked back down
My eyes were getting puffy
I bet I looked like a clown
My eyes were swollen
Blood stained my face
How could my father do this
It is such a disgrace
I thought I was his baby girl
But now it seemed he didnít love me
He hit me in the face
Made my eyes swell so I could not see
When morning came
He would act like nothing occurred
He would not tell mom the truth
He would say his memories of last night are blurred
Why do parents do this
I thought to myself
How do they live with guilt
The troubles they cause themselves
I would never abuse my own kids
But the stories I would tell
I would tell them how it felt
And the pains caused through the unreal hell
Child of Abuse
By: Broken Dreams
I can only hear obsenities
Lost in my insecurites
Slowly my thoughts become obscurites
I have had enough of these
Fights rage in absolution
I can find no new solution
Cowering in the vile pollution
I hide behind a dark protrusion
Fists fly in desecration
Unaware of my isolation
Though I have no participation
Still I feel that pain sensation
Lost in darkness of tragedy
But its quite a parody
Compared to the black and blue badge on thee
As he treats you with such fridgity
A child lost in deep sadness
For she had seen what was amiss
No part to take in all of this
Except such brutal things witness
But what can she do to retaliate
Filled to the brim with such fierce hate
Her mother's pain she saw him create
Now revenge causes her to imitate
A fist will form as anger brews
Will this story soon become the news
Of a child in anger learning the clues
And watching her mother fight and lose
How must this hurt emotional
She stops attending devotional
For it is no longer inspirational
God seems so absent in this all
But how will this store come to a close
That is the question nobody knows
But in the courts the lawyers will pose
And lie through their teeth as grows their nose
And the child will continue to suffer
No longer the pain can the mother buffer
Quiet her cries find her a muffler
It is time for her to grow tougher
Cries in the night continue in torment
As this child sits in judgement
Who is the bad guy and who should be clement
Here ends all our sad sentiments
Child Abuse Poem
So many children in the world today
experiencing pain in every single way
neglected by the people who brought them into this world
you see the burns on a little boy, and bruises on a little girl
and it breaks your heart as you see the marks that will scar
representing their torture, but shining on who they really are
another little angel inflicted with wounds
to much for any person to ever consume
and it makes you wonder why any parent would cause them harm
when they should be dazzled with the amount of their charm
their sweet as can be, how can innocence ever be bad
they don't deserve to be abused, they should be happy not sad
mothers and fathers should be tucking them in bed
not burning painful memories deep in their head
they should be kept warm and safe in their own home
not crying and locked up in a room all alone
poor little children I know you can't sleep
the only thing you can do is pray and weep
and hope that an angel hears you and takes you away from your world
so you don't ever again have to feel hurt
My name is Coco
Im only thirteen years of age
I am the outlet
Of my Mums rage
The bruises are not seen
Hidden behind my smile
But soon the smile is lost
And comes back a scared little child
My smile hides it all
The pain and the hurt
My Mum says I deserve it
Being treated like dirt
She says its my fault
People suffer in this world
That she beats his little girl
Maybe if Im better
Mummy won't be so mad
Maybe if I behave
Things wont be so bad
Do you think that they love me?
And are only doing what is right
Do you think I will make it?
Through just one more night
I try not to annoy them
And I try not to stare
Im just happy
That I have parents that are there
Tonight Mum hurt me
Worse than ever before
She pinned me to the wall
Then threw me to the floor
He told me I was a waste
Of time and extra money
She beat me till I bled
Dad had a go at her
And said this is how pain is felt
She locked me away
In a tiny, dirty room
I hope this all ends
And I hope that it ends soon
I tried not to cry
Really I did
And crying is forbid
And told me I was a lie
And that no one will miss me
Tonight I would die
Did I really deserve it?
Was I really that bad?
Did mummy really hate me?
Do I make Mum sad?
It must be my fault
Did I make Mum heart broken?
Does Mum want me dead?
Or are they just silly words that were spoken
Maybe if I were pretty
And I was able to see
Maybe I would be loved
And Mum would still care for me
I would sleep for just minutes
And wake up all alone
Dads out drinking
And Mums not home
But they pull up the drive
And I try to hide my little face
But Mum just swings at me
She picks up the pace
Soon I am bleeding
Close to my death
I wish that you loved me
I said with my dying breath
My Mum was angry
At me, her own daughter
Dad was still in shock
For tonight he committed murder
Now I am safe
No where near my locked door
My parents are in jail
Because I was murdered at just thirteen
Now I am happy
I have finally got a home
Its not with my family
But I will never be alone
But I know they did wrong
I hope they can see that
And it wont take too long
This is my story
Of my short life
Please help me stop child abuse
Because what happened to me isn't right!
If you need a shoulder to cry on,
But no-one is there.
What to do when your own,
Mum, family and friends turn against you!
What would you feel?
How would you feel?
What would you do?
Would you be scared and frightened?
What would you do when,
You own mum threatens to kill you!
Would you tell anyone?
What would you say?
How would you say it?
In a nice way or in a nasty way?
Would you ever talk to her again?
Or what would you do?
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