Sitting on the corner of my large four-poster bed
Silently I mourn as my hands support my head
What could be the reason to have me in such strife
I have always had most anything in my 12 years of life
Truly this is the cause of all my sorrow and dismay
Gifts in great abundance, dad, at my feet would lay
To ply my young favors and to keep the truth from sight
I know in my heart and in God's eyes this isn't right
But he's my father and he says I must obey
He deeply truly loves me, I would hear him say
As he lays down beside me, my innocence to take
All the while I pray, from this nightmare please to wake
And after he'd leave me, bleeding and in pain
I'd pray for forgiveness, thinking it was I that was to blame
For how could my father do something that's so wrong
He's always been so righteous, and in religion very strong
Why must I suffer this, God how did it begin
And how can I stop it, he'll never let me win
Each time that I tell him, in God's eyes this is wrong
He tells me he loves me and that to him I belong
So please God give me the strength to put this to an end
No matter what his punishment, my soul I must defend
For I can't take the shame and the horrors anymore
For even if I love him, I have to love myself much more.
Author: Brian Beaudry
Ontario, Canada
11.07.00
Authors Comments:
"Child abuse is the most hideous of crimes,
and when it's perpetrated by a parent, the
one they trust more than any other, where
can they go for help? In writing this piece
I put myself in the mind of the victum, but
can't truly comprehend their pain for only
one that has experienced it knows the depths
of suffering they are forced to endure.
I do hope it makes people more aware of it's
existence and join in protest of this deplorable
injustice inflicted on some of our youth".
Brian
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