I'm scared laying here in
bed all alone-
I wish he would go away-
I want him gone!
Mommy, would you believe
me if I told you-
He comes in my room at nite-
Does things he shouldn't do?
Mommy would you believe me-
He begged me not to tell-
He said I would surely die -
That I would go to hell!
Mommy, do I have to call him Daddy-
I don't like him , can't you see?
He's not my real Daddy anyway -
Mommy, he touches me.
Mommy, would you believe me -
How scared I am tonite-
He comes in when you fall asleep-
Mommy, I try to fight.
I'm so scared - I'm watching the door-
Don't let him come in-
He makes me feel so dirty Mommy-
I know it is a sin.
He hurts me Mommy - His hands
feel me up and down-
He covers my mouth so that I can't
make a sound.
Mommy, would you believe me -
Would you send him away?
He told me you wouldn't listen
to a thing I had to say.
Mommy, I hear his footsteps coming
down the hall-
Oh God , what can I do Mommy -
would you hear if I called?
He stops at my door - Someone
tell me what to do!
Mommy, Please come! Wake up!
I need you!
I'm too small to fight him - I am
only eight-
Oh God , let Mommy come before
it's too late!
I feel his hands on me - Oh please-
leave me alone-
I try to fight but can't - my will has
long been gone.
You've taken away my childhood - my
innocence - don't you see?
Mommy , if I told would you please
believe me???
Why always a Repost ... ? are u fine and healthy ... I know u are not healthy and u have some problem and thats why no new poems ... Pls be happy and and take care of ur health ... Wish to see a lot from ur writes ..
Keep smiling and take care ..
Wonderful Repost ...
*tears* i agree...this needs to be posted over and over and over, for our children's sake...sad, heartrending write! (((HUGS))) to our children and to you for being their voice...love, karla. :(
Heart-breaking, Linda...I can not even imagine the terror that fills this child, night after night, it is not humanly possible to imagine the horrible harm he has done, they have all done, to so many innocent children, a decent human being cannot comprehend why it is done...but we can try to help those it's happened to, with words and hugs and acceptance of the true you, the shining soul inside. You are unique, there will never be another you, I think poet's understand this accutely. ((Hugs))to you, Linda.
Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)
Reviewed on November 20, 2002
This is more powerful the second time around. I found more in it that i missed before
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on November 20, 2002
I have seen the damage done to these children and many times the sickness was called Love. Hey, What did you think of that Crazy Moon Walking Micheal Jackson hanging is son out over that balcony?
Sad & Sick . Same Time,i.e. There's so Much Of This Going On, But, Wada ya Expect with 300,000 Porno Sites Thriving On Internet...
While Everything All Else Is Going To Hell...
This Is Really Good Linda...
TRASK
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on November 19, 2002
Yes Dear, something that happens so many
times in society. Often hidden under the
rug. Not revealed for whatever reason. For
no reason can justify not revealing it.
You capture the mood and the moment better
than anyone I have ever known. You voice
the concerns of society and my concerns
also. But what is the answer? Exposure
probably is the best mechanism. You need
to repeat this story over and over. Maybe
it will light the fire inside someones
mind, who then will become aware of what is
going on around them, or who will take
their head out of the sand and inform the
authorities what is going on around them.
Maybe one of your gratefull readers will be
the one to catch the perpetrator. Again I
love all your work and love you as a
wonderful writer and precious soul.
(((Hugs))) Bill x
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Why always a Repost ... ? are u fine and healthy ... I know u are not healthy and u have some problem and thats why no new poems ... Pls be happy and and take care of ur health ... Wish to see a lot from ur writes ..
Keep smiling and take care ..
Wonderful Repost ...
so many
josie
Sad & Sick . Same Time,i.e. There's so Much Of This Going On, But, Wada ya Expect with 300,000 Porno Sites Thriving On Internet...
While Everything All Else Is Going To Hell...
This Is Really Good Linda...
TRASK
times in society. Often hidden under the
rug. Not revealed for whatever reason. For
no reason can justify not revealing it.
You capture the mood and the moment better
than anyone I have ever known. You voice
the concerns of society and my concerns
also. But what is the answer? Exposure
probably is the best mechanism. You need
to repeat this story over and over. Maybe
it will light the fire inside someones
mind, who then will become aware of what is
going on around them, or who will take
their head out of the sand and inform the
authorities what is going on around them.
Maybe one of your gratefull readers will be
the one to catch the perpetrator. Again I
love all your work and love you as a
wonderful writer and precious soul.
(((Hugs))) Bill x