This is a repost, but it's one of my favorites. I am reposting it hoping that someone out there will read this and get the help they need. I cannot shout it loud enough or often enough ...Tell Someone NOW
I cry for the little girl
Bruised and alone
Her mama hits her every day
And her Daddy's gone
Look at my grave
My soul screams from within
Tell someone NOW
Don't pay for their sin
I cry for the little boy
Who's hungry and cold
No blanket on his bed
Just a teddy bear to hold
Look at my grave
I was just like you
Tell someone NOW
You know what to do
I cry for the children
Beaten and abused
Haven't you had enough
Of being hit and used
Look at my grave
See my tortured face
Tell someone NOW
You could be in my place
Talk to a teacher
Or to a trusted friend
Stop the abuse right now
Let the hurting end
Look at my grave
I hid my bruises well
I promised in my heart
I would never tell
I hid in the darkness
Afraid of the light
Don't be like me
Stand up and fight
Tell someone NOW
You have a life to give
It's too late for me
But I want you to live
This is heartwrenching for me to read because I know the reality of the horrors that have been and continue to be perpetrated on helpless children. This is a message that must get out to everyone, as the title says, "NOW!" When I look at my little boy, who will be one year old tomorrow, and contemplate all the suffering that little children like him have to suffer at the hands of monsters, it tears at my heart. Thank you so much for saying what needs to be said! This is truly a powerful write!
~Butch
This is a very poignant and compelling piece.
The subject matter resonated with my childhood experience at the hands of a cerebrally troubled autocratic father, and a cold indifferent, emotionally distant mother (It has been suggested by a good friend that I subconsciously transfer her coldness into certain female based poems eg Muddied Ice). I eventually escaped home but it took much longer to give the psychological effects the slip. I ended up working with guys harbouring social and behavioural problems, some of which echoed the abused lives referred to in your poem. Some of these adults never made it into middle age; their pain was so bad. It was an emotionally charged area of work that revived memories of my past but for strong empathic purposes.
This poem could be a reqiuem
Regards
Daibhidh
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on March 12, 2007
A great message Linda
Hope this excellent write will help many...
this is a hard read that needs to be read and heard like you said
please and if you know someone that you suspect ask tell try and help we need to do all we can for our babies and children who can't always do for themselves
wonderful share that needs to be repost as often as you feel will touch,help,save somebody
bless you for sharing
Wow, if only! Too many children beign killed, beaten, raped, kidnapped. What is going on in what we call "civilization". Wish I could help all, but that is not reality. Pray.
Be safe,
Karen
The author's sad appealling tone to others in this poem is wonderfully written. It rather reminds me that we should all be our brother's keeper, and if one single child is spared by the quick actions of someone, then "Tell Someone NOW" is certainly a message we all should adhere to.
A heart wrenching write my friend...had a little girl last school year who came to me to talk about her abuse...finally after much pleading with her to talk to me, when she opened up I discovered that she was even sleeping in a building behind the house, not even in the house...it only took two days for the child to be removed, she is safe with her grandmother and doing very well...excellent write my friend, a subject that many do not wish to hear or talk about, but nevertheless a topic of reality!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Excellent Linda! The world is filled with dysfunction and darkness, and much too often it is levied against our children. You, and Trask, fly prominent banners in this world for the children. An honorable calling! Bless you for writing this!
Strong and passionate words we all need to pay attention to not just our children but all children,Maybe we can save a life one day...
Thanks for sharing,
Michael
Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on March 11, 2007
My Dear Linda, you and I share the same goal. We need to be thier voice, for often times, children have none. Bless you as you continue to be a stronge voice for our precious children!
God Love You! holly
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
Reviewed on March 11, 2007
Good words, it would make a great poster to put up. Thank you for sharing it. Lady J
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~Butch
The subject matter resonated with my childhood experience at the hands of a cerebrally troubled autocratic father, and a cold indifferent, emotionally distant mother (It has been suggested by a good friend that I subconsciously transfer her coldness into certain female based poems eg Muddied Ice). I eventually escaped home but it took much longer to give the psychological effects the slip. I ended up working with guys harbouring social and behavioural problems, some of which echoed the abused lives referred to in your poem. Some of these adults never made it into middle age; their pain was so bad. It was an emotionally charged area of work that revived memories of my past but for strong empathic purposes.
This poem could be a reqiuem
Regards
Daibhidh
Hope this excellent write will help many...
please and if you know someone that you suspect ask tell try and help we need to do all we can for our babies and children who can't always do for themselves
wonderful share that needs to be repost as often as you feel will touch,help,save somebody
bless you for sharing
Regis
erin woods
Be safe,
Karen
Fee
Your True Friend,TRASK
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Light and Wisdom ...
Thanks for sharing,
Michael
God Love You! holly
Tell someone NOW
Your messages are always so important, Linda, Now and Forever.