Just a few thoughts that I needed to say.

Blind Survival
by Barbara Lynn Terry

When a child acts oh so nice,
But mother's stares are cold as ice,
What is the child supposed to do,
When mother says "you cannot be you?"

Why does a mother to no good, end
The child's life when mother does send
The child away, to abandon and disown
For no good reason of her own?

Why does a mother send her child
Into the lions den in her guise and guile,
Of pretending that "help" the child needs
When all the child wants is mother to feed
Her with love, acceptance and care?

Why is the mother so heartless when
The child is beaten, raped and abused
And tells mother of it all, but then
The mother refuses to listen, and used
Every trick in the book to keep her child away,
From her each and every day?

All the child wanted was to be loved,
And not abused and shoved
Around from the will of they,
Who wanted only to ruin her day,
By raping her in every way,
And kicking, and beating so she wouldn't say,
That this is what they did to me,
Because I am the girl I so need to be.

This all went on for almost six years,
And the girl endured it through her tears,
Pain, and suffering, until one day,
She decided that she must die,
Rather than live this abusive life.

She used a razor blade to make the cuts,
On both her wrists, because in this rut,
She could not go on, but was caught,
Even tho she valiantly fought,
To end her life of abusive strife.

A while later, she tried again
To poison herself, but it was in vain,
As she was caught once more,
And they tied her very sore
Arms to the bed for two weeks,
But always her mind would seek,
A new and different way,
But they held her at bay,
By watching her every day.

She made a promise to herself,
That she would not end her life,
By killing, but would write about the strife,
And would forget about the knife,
She wanted to use so she could end,
The life her mother sent her to to fend
For herself, and come what may,
Her mother was very glad that day,
She sent her daughter away.

Mother refused to believe that in me,
Is the girl I so need to be,
And that I only wished that she would see
That her daughter I so needed to be
With acceptance, caring and love.

But mother just sent me to hell,
And there was no one I could tell,
That I had done nothing wrong.
But now I go on, my life's goal,
Will be complete and whole,
And I will be this girl in body and soul.

How did I survive all of the abuse and degradation?
I simply put it out of my mind as an aggravation,
I simply was compelled to do,
But I will still remain this girl in my soul,
No matter what they think, say, or do

To me, I have been through it all before,
And for me I know what is in store,
From those who are so blind,
They cannot seem to bind
Their hatred and dislike for me.
But I will be this girl in me,
No matter what they cannot see.

This is not a trivial revival,
But pure, blind, survival.