A poem I wrote #stopchildabuse My hands are small and my heart is warm I know no danger, I know no harm Mommy says she loves me, and I know she does Daddy gives me plenty of love Gramma even tells me, I’m a gift from above All of a sudden mommy is acting strange, I think that things are starting to change There’s a new daddy in my house who can he be? At first he was very nice to me Now I need to be perfect, pick up my toys I no longer can do the things I enjoy Nobody will take me to play, Mommy is busy and daddy is away I’m stuck with this man, who brings pain with his hand I want to get away I listen at my door, the fighting has begun If I stay quiet I won’t have to run Too late, I hear footsteps down the hall Loud thuds upon the wall I tried to be good, but it wasn’t enough The pain is intense, hard, and rough I go to the place in my mind that numbs the pain, This time is different, his eyes are insane My small body is too weak, I no longer can yell or speak My head aches, my ribs break How much longer can this take? My hands are small, and my heart is cold how could this happen, when I’m only this old? I never wanted to fight, all I wanted was love and now I am an angel in heaven above
Posted on: Mon, 15 Sep 2014 00:02:22 +0000
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