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If I were Syliva Likens, I would have packed my bags and ran away as soon as they started to abuse me. I would have run away to an adoption cenntre, so someone who'd care more about me would come and adopt me. No one deseves to be treated like that.

-Camelle-
if you did happen to be lucky enough to not be caught before you got out, gertrude would lie to the cops and you would be returned and get even more trouble

 
child abouse is horrible

when i was 4 and i lived in my old neighborhood and there was a boy i sayed hi and he sayed hi back he was 7 and he just pushed me in my little pool he just laughed and rode away on his bike.

4 years later my mom found out that his dad had abused him.

 
Child abuse is just wrong!! :) :) Why do people kill innocent people?

I wish we could stop child abuse.

 
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Child abuse is wrong. People Shouldnt even have kids if there gonna abuse them. My mom says the best thing for an abusive parent to do is to get an abortion. It would Save putting the child throught pain and all that abusive stuff

Has any one read the book "Where children run?" its a true story. The kids in the book lived not too far from where i live now. Its about these two twin boys that get abused by their step father

 
Child abuse is wrong. People Shouldnt even have kids if there gonna abuse them. My mom says the best thing for an abusive parent to do is to get an abortion. It would Save putting the child throught pain and all that abusive stuff
I agree totally!

 
I think this was on the oprah winfrey show but once this lady had 3 kids who were so HORRIBLE & ANNOYING and giving her life a living hell (no they were just annoying) so ONE DAY she actually put in her 3 year-old girl, 5 year old boy and 4 year old daughter ( I think) zippy cups and guess what she put in the cups with the orange juice?? ECSTACY AND HEROIN!!! and the children died.... :D sad.....

It isnt really just abuse but she murdered her children!! :( *cries*

~SG~

 
can someone make avvies for evry1? somebody made animal abuse ones so i thought we could make child abuse ones

 
its just like animal abuse why would u hurt a child or animal :D

 
Child abuse is wrong. My mom is a member for this child abuse thing for my city (she has been for 2 years now) and I got a shirt with two angel kids and on the back it says "There is no excuse for child abuse!!!" And.. since everyone's making poems.. why can't I? :)

Just a normal night

 

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 dead.

 

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 dead.

 

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 dead.

 

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 dead?

 

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.

^ It's a poem I made up of how your help, can change somebody's life.. and possibly, even bring their "daddy back to life." :D I'm just happy that my mom decided to volounteer against child abuse, it makes me feel like I'm helping.. and that makes me happy, too! (sorry, I'm still quite in a "poem" mode xD)

 
This is A very Important topic And should be kept alive! It is important that it's kept alive even if its just a comment of an unfinished poem people will read and you can edit!

*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.

 
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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!

 
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.

 
ok, i do understand that you guys fell deeplyt about this but what would a bunch of poems do on a kids(mostly)site. But, anyway theres song (if you like rap & r& :blink: called "Run away love" the lyrics are right below,

Runaway love

Runaway love

Runaway love

Runaway love

Runaway love

Runaway love

Runaway love

Runaway love

[Verse 1]

Now little lisa is only 9 years old

Shes tryin to figure out why the world is so cold

Why shes all all alone and they never met her family

Mamas always gone and she never met her daddy

Part of her is missin and nobody will listenin

Mama is on drugs gettin high up in the kitchen

Bringin home men at different hours of the night

Startin with laughs--usually endin in a fight

Sneak into her room while her mamas knocked out

Tryin to have his way and little lisa says 'ouch'

She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her

Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her

Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own

Forced to think that hell is a place called home

Nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack

She says shes bout to run away and never come back.

[Hook]

Runaway love

Runaway love

Runaway love

Runaway love

Runaway love

Runaway love

Runaway love

Runaway love

[Verse 2]

Little nicole is only 10 years old

Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold

Why shes not pretty and nobody seems to like her

Alcoholic step dad always wanna strike her

[ these lyrics found on https://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]

Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises

Teachers ask questions she makin up excuses

Bleedin on the inside, cryin on the out

Its only one girl really knows what she about

Her name is lil stacy and they become friends

Promise that they always be tight til the end

Until one day lil stacy gets shot

A drive by bullet went stray up on her block

Now nicole stuck up in the world on her own

Forced to think that hell is a place called home

Nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack

She says shes bout to run away and never come back.

[Hook]

Runaway love

Runaway love

Runaway love

Runaway love

Runaway love

Runaway love

Runaway love

Runaway love

[Verse 3]

Little erica is eleven years old

Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold

So she pops x to get rid of all the pain

Cause shes havin *** with a boy whos sixteen

Emotions run deep and she thinks shes in love

So theres no protection hes usin no glove

Never thinkin bout the consequences of her actions

Livin for today and not tomorrows satisfaction

The days go by and her belly gets big

The father bails out he aint ready for a kid

Knowin her mama will blow it all outta proportion

Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion

Erica is stuck up in the world on her own

Forced to think that hell is a place called home

Nothin else to do but get her clothes and pack

She say shes about to run away and never come back.

[Hook]

Runaway love [repeats til end]

 
Still i cant belive even us guys get abused.

Rape occurs EVERY 30 seconds people.

So watch out.

Well abusing is just wrong.

If you have a cell phone secrerly take it out and take a picture.

Then show it to 5-o.

They have fingerprinting.

 
Child abuse even affects the child's future. If they're snamcked as a child and nothing is done, they'll do it to their children too!!!! My mom has said that to me!

 
Kids who get abused will do that when they grow.

Your right.

 
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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 just want all abuse to stop! Why can't there just be peae on earth?

 
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