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*EDIT* i COMPILED most of the poems and stories posted in this thread. Here they are.
It's sad, but you know it's probablt true about some little kids life somewhere...
And no I haven't.
My nine year old sister wrote this one....
My name is Lilly.
I am only six years old.
Some of my teeth are missing,
and my body is oh so cold.
My family could care less,
if I lived much longer
And thats why I'm gonna myself
under my bed tonight.
When I come home from school
it's always
"Lilly shut up and get a life!"
After I finish my homework
My dad looks over it
if only I was smarter
so I wouldn't get a question wrong
so my daddy wouldn't beat me at night.
My brother died when I was only four
My parents say he was just very sick
but I know the reason why.
Sshh! Be quiet my parents are coming
this is quite a fright.
They beat me and scratch me
they blame their problems on me.
They call me stupid, dumb, and ugly.
If only they could see how happy I could be.
Why is life this way?!
Why is it so unfair?!
It doesn't matter anymore,
for I'm ing myself tonight.
The teachers look at me, they ask questions
"I fell down the stairs, I tripped in the driveway," are only some of my excuses.
If only I could tell them "I get beat by my mommy and daddy all the time and my mommy and daddy could careless"
My name is Lilly,
I am six years old,
some of my teeth are missing,
and my body is oh so cold.
I lay awake in my bed
Thinking about what Daddy said
"If you don't behave, I will have to kill you."
And there is nothing I can do
My name is Brittany Sate
And my age is only eight
I have long brown hair and deep green eyes
And my favourite food is pumpkin pie
But Mommy and Daddy still seem to me
Is it a ugly and fat child they see?
My mommy comes home from work
Her job is a office clerk
She grabs a bat and swings real hard
She wants to smack me into the yard
She swats me with teh bat but doesn't get that far
I fly across the room
And bash into the wall
My parents stand over me, big and tall
They slap me across the face
Saying I look like a discrace
Tears start to run down my cheek
My parents hit me again and say "Don't be meek"
Why do they get so angry with me?
Why do they treat me so miserably?
I think it's because they only see
An ugly for you and me
So now if you're reading this
I'll already be
For I commited susicide
Underneath my bed
My name is Cassidy,
and when I was only 3,
my parents got divorced,
Then everyday I was forced,
to clean daddy's bottle messes,
and fix gandma's party dresses.
My mommy on the other hand,
does not understand,
why dad thinks abuse is right,
so mommy and daddy always fight.
Daddy used to love me
Grandma used to love me.
Now, I'm 11.
I wanna go to heaven!!!
Every morning I'm beaten and slapped
my bro, he just clapped
when he saw me like this
I think you know what I miss.
So today,
I'm running away.
My mommy doesnt live close.
Other than her, I know who loves me most
Cori!!!
and I know her morey
than most of my friends.
With me at her house, the fun never ends!!!
Because there is a wide aspect of what's called child abuse it's not rare at all.
My mother was married to an iranian man. That man soon caught my opinion as a -character. He used to hit me, not only with his hands, but also with objects- like bottles, branches and once, he threatened me with a hammer. I remember he tried to set my schoolbooks on fire. For a muslim man like him, women did not need education. They had no souls anyway! He wanted me to stay home and make his home comfortable. I ran away many times, and I tried to many times from eight and up. I imagined that I belonged somewhere else.
He has a son with my mother. He is my half brother, and I adore him, but I coming back to the place where I can sense my own fear. My fear still lives there.
My mother was no better. She had a control freak issue. But I think my stepfather was the man behind. My mother needed control over me, more than my older brother, that moved to our dad. She and my stepfather used to hand me one towel, one sponge, and one tiny bottle of soap every week. If that bottle was empty before monday, I was welcome to stink! If my towel was wet, I was welcome to stand and dry. I had two pair of shoes for four years - and they were a mess. I wore the same type of clothes, winter and summer, I had basically no mittens or warm jackets - not even a scarf. I was very much sick, but I had no right to rest! There had to be 37 coloured pencils and a pen in my pen case. Schoolbooks were placed and labeled, large books on the inside, small books longer away from my back. Everything had to be there! God, it was so heavy. My lunchbox 'did not belong in a schoolbag', and I was only at school for six hours!' - so they skipped it. My mother kept a shop, and worked very much while I was home. If my mother wasn't home, my rights to eat were gone.
For christmas when I was twelve, my father sent me the first book in the chronicle Harry Potter. I think that, and only that, saved my life and kept me going.
The food in the fridge were labeled. Green was our allowed food. That was a few items, but it didn't grow bad until my brother moved away.
When I was ten, I went to the principal and told her everything. She went to child welfare, but they didn't react until I was fifteen and weighed sixty-eight pounds and was in an emotional coma. After that, I have spent eternities at different mental hospitals, and I have lived in a home for -wasted kids. I had five grand indemnification money, and covered health assurances. My stepfather has to stay at least 1,2 kilometres away from me. I have lost all contact with my mother. I visit her of course, but she will always be a fiend to me.
I moved away and hooked up with my dad again. He gave me a job in a pizzeria.
Maybe you don't believe me. Maube you do. I know even worse cases than mine, but it was a great favor to do all the people that has replied here. Thank you.
Child Abuse
My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy ed me.
There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah. And you can help. Its sick, i hope read this fully and please put it on your websites, pass it on because you would have to be one heartless person to not be affected by this story. And because you are affected, do something about it!! So all I am asking you to do, is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society,and I pray for child abuse to wither out and die,but also pray for the safety of our youth. Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound,it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know. Please put this on your site if you are AGAINST CHILD ABUSE. thank you.
this may not happen to everyone but it should be stopped for the protection of the people it does happen to. and also think of the WHOLE WORLD!!! it cant not happen everyday! so take a stand and if u have a friend or someone u know that is getting abused, say something to someone. cuz u could save a life!!! and that is only the start. u could go to the athorities and tell them about child abuse. u could SAVE MILLIONS OF LIVES!!
Child AbuseMy daddy works for Luxottica Retail, and he went to a school to test kids eyes. While he was there, he met a little girl she was about in third grade. The girl was scratched and bruised and stuff. He had a short conversation with her it was like this:
Dad: Hi, little girl
Girl: Hi
Dad: What happened to your face?
Girl: My brother beats me up a lot**
Dad: Oh. Ok, cover your left eye
Girl: But I cant see out of my right eye
Dad: Why is that?
Girl: My brother poked it untill i couldn't see**
Dad: Ok, cover your right eye
Girl: (Covers right eye)
Dad: (Points to letters)
Girl: (Gets all answers wrong)
Dad: Is your left eye ok?
Girl: I have an eye infection**
Dad: Ok I have some glasses for you...
**Lie
So a few months later he went back to the school. The girl was more beat up and scratched than ever. She wasn't wearing her galsses. She was limping. Her good eye was squinted and twitching. He walked over to her and had another conversation.
Dad: I thought I gave you glasses so you could wear them
Girl: I have to tell you what happened
Dad: (joking b/c he kinda thought she was abused)Was it your brother again?
Girl: Thats the thing. I dont have a brother.
Dad: (stops sentance)
Girl: My mommy and daddy abuse me
Dad: Are you ok? I mean, you look horrible!
Girl: I sprained my ankle and i got stabbed right under my eye with a knife (points under eye)...
My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy ed me.
There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah. And you can help. Its sick, i hope read this fully and please put it on your websites, pass it on because you would have to be one heartless person to not be affected by this story. And because you are affected, do something about it!! So all I am asking you to do, is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society,and I pray for child abuse to wither out and die,but also pray for the safety of our youth. Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound,it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know. Please put this on your site if you are AGAINST CHILD ABUSE. thank you.
this may not happen to everyone but it should be stopped for the protection of the people it does happen to. and also think of the WHOLE WORLD!!! it cant not happen everyday! so take a stand and if u have a friend or someone u know that is getting abused, say something to someone. cuz u could save a life!!! and that is only the start. u could go to the athorities and tell them about child abuse. u could SAVE MILLIONS OF LIVES!!
Right now at age 3, it's just another normal night,
I've been cut, slapped, beat, bruised, and not fed
Mommy's stressed out, taking it all off on me,
And as of last year, daddy is .
I wish he was here,
so I could experience a different day,
one where I wasn't cut, slapped, beat, bruised, or not fed.
But I need someone like daddy, to come help me right now in this bed.
Right now at age 10, it's just another ordinary night,
I've been cut, slapped, beat, bruised, and not fed
Mommy's still stressed out,
and daddy's still .
I still need your help,
I'm still being cut, slapped, beat, bruised, and not fed
Save me from this life, Free me out of this gate,
Please, save me now, before it's too late.
Right now at 14, it's just another normal night,
I'm being cut, slapped, beat, bruised, and not fed
No one's came to help me, they've ignored all my cries,
I need my daddy to come. But he, is still .
Right now at 18, it's just another normal night,
I'm being cut, slapped, beat, bruised, and not fed
Just what's been happening to me, for every day of my life
No one's came to help me, no one's brought daddy back to life.
Can you hear my cries?
Are you kind enough,
to just take me away, before I am ?
Right now at 23, it's just another normal night,
I've been cut, slapped, beat, bruised, and not fed.
Yes, that's right, nothing's changed since age 3
because no one came to help me, no one wants me to be free:
Please, don't ignore these cries, can't you understand?
I'm being CUT, SLAPPED, BEAT, BRUISED, AND NOT FED!
Now tell me: do you even care how I feel, every night when I go to bed?
I know that you're out there, you're still on time,
So please, just stop me, from being a part of my mother's crime!
I'm crying, needing you, please, change my life soon!
Please somebody, please, daddy where are you?
Right now at 31, it's just a normal day,
I'm by myself, alone, loved, in charge, and not cut, slapped, beat, bruised or not fed.
Because somebody came, someone helped me at last,
Finally, somebody brought my daddy back!
But if only it was earlier,
if you only you had listened to my first cry,
I would've lived like this my whole life,
been this way all the time.
But "daddy" came back, and that's all that matters,
I'm not being cut, slapped, beat, bruised, or not fed.
And thakfully now I feel good everynight,
When I go to bed.
called "Run away love" the lyrics are right below,
