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| All these stories are true and it is painful to read them, but please do.. Maybe you know about a child that is being abused.. maybe these stories opens your eyes.. Maybe YOU can save a child from being an angel.. Don't close your eyes if you see a child with new bruises day after day... Don't close your ears if you hear a child screaming helplessly day after day.. Don't close your heart if a child needs you.. |
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| Word of A Child Today I've been bad again, My Mommy told me so; I'm not quite sure what I did wrong, But I thought you maybe know. When I wake up this morning, I knew that she was mad; Cause she was crying awful hard, And yelling at my Dad. I tried my best to be real good, And do just what she said; I cleaned my room all by myself, I even made my bed. But I spilled milk on my good shirt, when she yelled at me to hurry; And I guess she didn't hear me, When I told her I was sorry. Cause she hit me awful hard, you see, And called me funny names; And told me I was really bad, And I should be ashamed! When I said, 'I love you, Mommy', I guess she didn't understand; Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth, Or I'd get hit again. So I came up here to talk to you, Please tell me what to do; Cause I really love my Mommy, And I know she loves me, too. And I don't think my Mommy means, To hit me quite so hard; I guess sometimes, grown ups forget, How really big they are! So teddy, I wish you were real, And you weren't just a bear; Then you could help me find a way, To tell Mommies every where. "Please try hard to understand, How sad it makes me feel; Cause the outside pain soon goes away, But the inside never heals!" And if we could make them listen, Maybe then they'd understand; So other Children just like me, Wouldn't have to hurt again. But for now, I guess I'll hold you tight, And pretend the pain's not there; I know you'd never hurt me, So Good-night, Teddy Bear! ~Cindy Pike Dunning~ |
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| Her name was Misty My name is Misty, I'm but three, my eyes are swollen, I cannot see, I must be stupid, I must be bad, what else have made my daddy so mad? I wish I was better, I wish I weren't ugly, then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all, I can't do a wrong, or else I'm locked up all the day long. When I awake I'm all alone, the house is dark, my folks aren't home. When mommy does come, I'll try to be nice, so maybe I'll get just one whipping tonight. Don't make a sound! I just heard a car. My daddy is back from Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse, my name he calls, I press myself against the wall. I try and hide from his evil eyes, I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry. He finds me weeping, he shouts ugly words, he says it's my fault that he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me and yells at me more, I finally get free and run for the door. He's already locked it and starts to bawl, he takes me and throws me against the hard wall. I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken, and my daddy continues with more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry" I scream but it's now much to late. He's face has been twisted into unimaginable hate. The hurt and the pain again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops and heads for the door, while I lay there motionless sprawled on the floor. My name is Misty, and I'm but three, tonight my father murdered me. ~unknown~ |