Who could hurt our children...
tear their world apart?
Who could hurt our children...
and break their tiny heart?
Who could hit a little child...
leave bruises and tears?
Who could contaminate their
minds with terror and fears?
Who could look in big blue eyes
while hitting them in the face?
You really need someone to
put you in your place!
Who could curse a little child?
Does it make you a man?
I wish I could get inside your head.
make you understand.
A child is made to love and cherish...
to build up..not down.
A child is made to hold and kiss...
not to throw around.
Does it give you power to scare a
child that way?
To see a child cower in fear...does
it make your day?
I hope you open your eyes and see
the harm you have done...
These hurt little children...they
are too scared to run.
What gives you the right to steal
their self - esteem?
Take away their childhood... Steal
their happy dreams?
Who could look in big blue eyes ..
while hitting them in the face?
You really need someone to
put you in your place!
heartbreaking and wonderful write!! no child deserves to be abused; i know; i was a survivor myself (emotional; that is just as bad as physical). thanks for sharing!! a survivor in texas, your friend, karen lynn. ((((HUGS))))
you have another achievement...cause you know i could really connect with this one...
Reviewed by Ross Ostrander
Reviewed on October 17, 2002
Once again you have hit the nail on the head Linda!
This is a poem not only for the children now but,
for those of us who went through this kind of abuse years ago.
Thank you for yet another great poem from your heart.
Reviewed by Mark Mahoney (Reader)
Reviewed on October 17, 2002
a truly awesome write so brilliantly simple, you wrote a real gem here Linda,so true in its content, well done...take care of you and yours...Mark...
tears for this and tears for TRASK
i will never ever comprehend this
and i will be vigilant to watch my mouth
around my babies pinky swear
thank you linda
josie
As an Abused Child, Takes Time To Grow Up ___Whence You Do You Are Big Enough To Fight Back,i.e. On My 18th Birthday, My Bastard Father Came After Me, 6'2' 250Lbs___
I weighed 149 lbs, 1 Karate Chop Broke His Nose,Blood Everywhere He Slide down the Wall
Out Like a Light___Later He came to Chasing Me Around Our Corner House until He Couldn't Run anymore__Holding Cloth to His Bleeeding Nose,
Exhausted__ I Picked Up piece Water Pipe & Told Him__
You Ever Beat My Mother Again; You Lay Hand On Me I will kill & Put You Out of Your Misery__ Next Day I Took My Mother To Family Attorney,She Divorced, My Father Went To Jail!
Sadly,Mother Took $$ (Settlement)From the House__My father eventually Died! My Idiot Mother Signed The House Over To My Greedy Brother Before Her Death for $1.00___
My Greedy Brother Rents $$ It out To this Day For $1000's per Month___
Is There a Moral to This Story__Watch Out___
What Goes Round Comes Around...
To All Be Ware Of Your Future___Your Past Is The Tale Of It All...
Linda, I always start out reading your 'child' poems, knowing I'll be wiping tears by the time I'm through. This was so exception. What a gift you have blessed with. Keep up the great work! Lisa
Reviewed by Drkman (Reader)
Reviewed on October 17, 2002
Linda. Once again you have lent your powerful voice to a great cause. Excellent write on a troubling issue.
Drkman
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on October 17, 2002
Linda the magnificient ... writes from the
heart ... Linda the Lady ... always makes my
teardrops start ... Linda, so soft and
gentle inside ... is a beacon in the
night ... who fills me with pride. Oh I
think of her leading our way ... and I feel
safe for another day! WHAT A BLESSED,
WONDERFUL POEM! How touching and real!
Love you kid. Bill
Reviewed by Calendula Petal (Reader)
Reviewed on October 17, 2002
I recently went on a child protection course for my work and I couldnt get over soem of the pictures I saw for weeks, in fact it still haunts me.
This was a haunting write and should be read by everyone.
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This is a poem not only for the children now but,
for those of us who went through this kind of abuse years ago.
Thank you for yet another great poem from your heart.
i will never ever comprehend this
and i will be vigilant to watch my mouth
around my babies pinky swear
thank you linda
josie
Excellent___
As an Abused Child, Takes Time To Grow Up ___Whence You Do You Are Big Enough To Fight Back,i.e. On My 18th Birthday, My Bastard Father Came After Me, 6'2' 250Lbs___
I weighed 149 lbs, 1 Karate Chop Broke His Nose,Blood Everywhere He Slide down the Wall
Out Like a Light___Later He came to Chasing Me Around Our Corner House until He Couldn't Run anymore__Holding Cloth to His Bleeeding Nose,
Exhausted__ I Picked Up piece Water Pipe & Told Him__
You Ever Beat My Mother Again; You Lay Hand On Me I will kill & Put You Out of Your Misery__ Next Day I Took My Mother To Family Attorney,She Divorced, My Father Went To Jail!
Sadly,Mother Took $$ (Settlement)From the House__My father eventually Died! My Idiot Mother Signed The House Over To My Greedy Brother Before Her Death for $1.00___
My Greedy Brother Rents $$ It out To this Day For $1000's per Month___
Is There a Moral to This Story__Watch Out___
What Goes Round Comes Around...
To All Be Ware Of Your Future___Your Past Is The Tale Of It All...
Your Friend, Tear's___ TRASK
(HUGS)
Mehboob Ali
Drkman
heart ... Linda the Lady ... always makes my
teardrops start ... Linda, so soft and
gentle inside ... is a beacon in the
night ... who fills me with pride. Oh I
think of her leading our way ... and I feel
safe for another day! WHAT A BLESSED,
WONDERFUL POEM! How touching and real!
Love you kid. Bill
This was a haunting write and should be read by everyone.