child abuse

[makinsow]

Good poem makinsow!
and yes child abuse is just like animal abuse! I want child abuse and animal abuse to stop! and I said NOW! It is not right! why do people do it? well if they do, do it they are mental! Bonkers CRAZY! I wouldnt do such a thing so STOP A

Animal abuse and child abuse! Its no right nor funny, good or cool! ITS MENTAL!

//samantha

Reporting For child abuse and animal abuse!

I didn't write that. I just compiled the poems. I'm not very good at poetry and if there were a lot of poorly written ones ppl wouldnt take this as seriously as they should. So I just arranged some child abuse poems inoone post and seeing is I won'tstop eating meat I'm boycotting Factory Farmed meat.

 

[jadiebloop]

child and animal abuse is very wrong.why do people do it? some people out there are complete weirdos and we can help to make them stop. once on TV i saw a programme about an animal care center and they took in a poor old dog whos owner had abused it, by punching it and beating the poor thing up. luckily, the man was sent to prison. no wonder the dog was nearly blind.

OT: aww my budgie just yawned

 

[Chomamechi]

I know

 

[creks]

My 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)...

 

[makinsow]

My 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)...

That's been added to my compilation.

 

[makinsow]

And all these Comments are inspirational but I will ask the question I always do And twice because on the interweb you Knever know. Do you Mean it? and here is the new compilation.

I COMPILED most of the poems and stories posted in this thread. Here they are. :furawatchi: It's sad, but you know it's probablt true about some little kids life somewhere...

Our parents would bite me,

and scratch me with tin,

they beat me and fight me,

I can not win.

my name is kate,

and i am only eight

i have an older sister,

my mom used to kiss her,

but now my mom hates me,

ever since i said i miss her,

because Marcie has been dead,

for 2 years and ahead.

I hear my dad come through the door,

his feet stomp loudly on the floor,

i quietly peek out from behind the wall,

He yells and says i am too small,

he grabs a knife,

amies at me,

he throws it hard,

i can not see,

it hits the wall,

i starty to bawl,

i run to my room,

he follows too.

i shut my door,

he throws it open,

he grabs my hair,

which he tares,

i scream in pain,

he does not hear,

i say where is my daddy?

he says i am right here

as he grabs my neck,

squeses hard,

i can't breathe,

He rasie me high,

drops me hard,

he slams the door,

as i die on the floor.

My name is Kate,

and i am only eight,

as i lay here,

drowning in blood and hate.

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.

 

[makinsow]

*EDIT* my computer's word filter shightly changed the poems. I don't know if they just aren't viewed or if it's been removed altogether.

 

[Neji_girl_0929]

child abuse is very wrong! well u all probly know that but i study it and it is way worse than u think. you all should research it. if you even suspect that someone is abusing their child then you should report them! people kill infants for no reason. you shuld search it on wikipedia and click on external links. i hope you all consider this and help to end child abuse! please reply and plese help!

I agree. Child abuse is bad. My friend was killed by child abuse......*sniff*

 

[SUPER_GOTCHI]

makinsow how come you just quoted the previous post

wait ng0929 your friend was killed by child abuse? oh my god thats so sad!

 

[furawatchi girl]

my little cousin saw this topic and she loves to write so she gave me this:

Our parents would bite me,

and scratch me with tin,

they would beat me and fight me,

I can not win.

my name is kate,

and i am only eight

i have an older sister,

my mom used to kiss her,

but now my mom hates her,

ever since i said i miss her,

because Marcie has been dead,

for 2 years and ahead.

that is all she has. i will post more. i am very proud of her to be able to write this! but it is really sad.

My cousin just gave me some more of the poem (from the top):

Our parents would bite me,

and scratch me with tin,

they beat me and fight me,

I can not win.

my name is kate,

and i am only eight

i have an older sister,

my mom used to kiss her,

but now my mom hates me,

ever since i said i miss her,

because Marcie has been dead,

for 2 years and ahead.

I hear my dad come through the door,

his feet stomp loudly on the floor,

i quietly peek out from behind the wall,

He yells and says i am too small,

he grabs a knife,

amies at me,

he throws it hard,

i can not see,

it hits the wall,

i starty to bawl,

i run to my room,

he follows too.

i shut my door,

he throws it open,

he grabs my hair,

which he tares,

i scream in pain,

he does not hear,

i say where is my daddy?

he says i am right here

as he grabs my neck,

squeses hard,

i can't breathe,

He rasie me high,

drops me hard,

he slams the door,

as i die on the floor.

My name is Kate,

and i am only eight,

as i lay here,

drowning in blood and hate.

I personaly think it is great and will open up many eyes to the horror of child abuse!

~Reanna

 

[meowbark]

I have a really good example of Child abuse right here. And its true

Last night I called my dad a jerk (Hes been calling me really bad names lately) And he chased me to my room. Meh I jumped thru the hole in my door. He kept slapping me HARDLY near the neck, practically snapped it for all I know. Then he started throwing ALL my manga at me and let me say something..........MANGA IS HARD!!!!!!!! AND SHARP!!!!!! My azumanga hit my in the mouth, and the rest did my back out, I even have marks to prove it........ Thats how thy back got crapped up

 

[Neji_girl_0929]

makinsow how come you just quoted the previous post

wait ng0929 your friend was killed by child abuse? oh my god thats so sad!

ya. *sniff*

 

[Kelly_Clarkson8]

My 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)...

Did you dad do something?

 

[makinsow]

The reason I quoted blank is because i got confused and kept editing the wrong post. and here is the new compilation:

Our parents would bite me,

and scratch me with tin,

they beat me and fight me,

I can not win.

my name is kate,

and i am only eight

i have an older sister,

my mom used to kiss her,

but now my mom hates me,

ever since i said i miss her,

because Marcie has been dead,

for 2 years and ahead.

I hear my dad come through the door,

his feet stomp loudly on the floor,

i quietly peek out from behind the wall,

He yells and says i am too small,

he grabs a knife,

amies at me,

he throws it hard,

i can not see,

it hits the wall,

i starty to bawl,

i run to my room,

he follows too.

i shut my door,

he throws it open,

he grabs my hair,

which he tares,

i scream in pain,

he does not hear,

i say where is my daddy?

he says i am right here

as he grabs my neck,

squeses hard,

i can't breathe,

He rasie me high,

drops me hard,

he slams the door,

as i die on the floor.

My name is Kate,

and i am only eight,

as i lay here,

drowning in blood and hate.

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.

 

[creks]

Did you dad do something?

He actually became really close to her. He took her to the hospital and saved her life!!!

 

[tamaw/pants]

whoever abuses a child-or anyone rather- needs to go get a life

>.<

 

[Jamie__Rox]

whoever abuses a child-or anyone rather- needs to go get a life>.<

I agree. <_< How do the get amusement out of that? It's cruel, and I think I might make a forum about it. (Not advertising!! But you could check my siggie lately!

Abusing kids is sick in my mind. << I already posted my poem, "Just another normal night." <_<

 

[mcrfreak-nessie]

i get child abused by my mom yelling at me. she like hates me...

 

[mcrfreak-nessie]

For god loved the world so much that he gave his only begotten son in order that everyone EXERCISING faith in HIM might not be destroyed BUT have everlasting life

~John 3:16

thats for tamaw/pants..

 

[mcrfreak-nessie]

child abuse is a terrible thing but im always happy because Jehovah and Jesus are right besides me

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