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If children are so beautiful, why do we abuse them? A sad poem for those who celebrate with happiness the entry into the new century (millennium to some); many did not have such a luxury:

Tormented Mind of an Abused Child

by Craig D Smith (2000)

She thought she didn't know his name
But didn't want to play the game
Her body numb, she couldn't feel
From head to arm, from leg to heel.

They ask her but she doesn't talk
She sits because she cannot walk
Her mind remembers all the pain
And body becomes numb again.

How can she tell them what he's done
He asked her gently: Tell no one
E'en though what he did was bad
All she thinks: HE is my dad.

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