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This page is dedicated to our INNER CHILDREN'S POETRY.
Some of it may be raw with emotions and feelings, so I am issueing a TRIGGER WARNING especially FOR CHILDREN UNDER THE AGE OF 16, AND ALL THOSE WHO MAY NOT BE IN A SAFE PLACE RIGHT NOW. PROCEED WITH CARE AND KEEP YOURSELF SAFE AND IN THE PRESENT, PLEASE.
All This Would Stop
I was 2, and small
and hardly there at all.
His hands were all over me,
I couldn't wiggle free.
I couldn't cry,
I couldn't yell,
I couldn't hit,
or I'd go to hell.
I had to let him do
all these yucky things,
all he wanted to
if I wanted to get wings.
Cause maybe if I was good
and didn't make a fuss,
did just what I should,
he wouldn't hurt me or cuss.
And then God would smile
and like me for a while,
and all this would stop.
And all this would stop.
� 07/04/08 Sweet Nobody
Somewhere Else
I felt so naked
and oh so small
as if I weren't there
I wished I weren't real.
I wanted to be anywhere else
or anyone else but me
somewhere else far away
somewhere I was free
All I knew was I was there
and no one gave a care
what happened to me
what he did to hurt me
And hurt me he did,
inside and out, round about
up and down, upside down
every which way but dead.
No matter how I turned,
where I tried to turn
or where I tried to go
he held on fast to me.
He had his way all right,
and I cried to me to sleep
almost every single night-
from the hurts or the fears.
� 7/7/08 kcstars kids
What Did They See
I got bigger,
but not enough.
They still got
to do that stuff.
They hurt me
they used me
they cut me
they hit me.
I tried not to cry,
no matter what.
I wished to die,
they called me a slut.
They did things to me
only grown ups should do.
Closed my eyes, not to see,
They made me open them too.
They liked what they saw
in my eyes back then.
They looked, took turns,
again and again and again.
� 7/8/08 kcstars kids
What They Did To Me
Through fuzzy eyes I saw it all,
The hoods, and faces hidden there,
They did more to me than to the little ones,
cause I was bigger, I was nine now.
They put things in me, I had no choice,
the medicine and punch took away my voice.
Every opening I had, they wickedly used
I hurt all over, and felt so confused.
I was bad they said, and now would pay
for all the troubled I had caused that day.
I was tied to the table, and couldn't move,
when the demon came to use me too.
Whenever I tried to tell my story later
no one believed me, not one soul!
Demons don't exist my child, you lie!
Well with drugs, booze and fear, YES HE DID!
I know now it was someone dressed up
especially to scare me into silence that day.
And silent I was for so many years passed away
Till someone allowed that it just might have been.
That is when I could see between the drugs
and the boozed up punch they made us take,
and the costumes they used to make us shake,
now I see them for what they are - evil, nasty thugs.
I won't wear their guilt and shame anymore,
I don't need to feel that bad forever more.
I'm a child of God and He loves me,
and they're all dead, and I am free.
� 07/08/08 Jillie, age 9
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