Echoes of My Mind - Remembering Sexual Abuse As a Little Girl

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Why is it that we are forced to teach our children how not to get abused, when what we should be doing is teaching adults not to abuse the children.
Why is it that we are forced to teach our children how not to get abused, when what we should be doing is teaching adults not to abuse the children.

Recollections of A Little Girl's Childhood Abuse

Why is it that we are forced to teach our children how not to get abused, when what we should be doing is teaching adults not to abuse the children.This poem was written with the intention of helping children and adults learn how to speak up about abuse and how not to keep their dark secrets buried within. Speak up, be heard, and be as loud as you possibly can. Only you can stop abuse.

Halt! Just say "NO".

Halt! Just say "NO".
Halt! Just say "NO".

Baby feet Pitter…

..........Patter

....................Pitter...

..........Patter...

It simply can’t get any badder…

Come Heavy Footsteps…

..........Hurry, Run

....................Crouch

..........Hide, cause if I don't...

He’s gonna make me hurt inside…


Apprehension…

..........Distrust

....................Fear

..........Now pain...

Hatred burns in my soul once again...


A child is a gift, that should be treated as such.

A child is a gift, that should be treated as such.
A child is a gift, that should be treated as such.

Undress me...

..........Expose me

....................Fondle me

..........Grope...

Once he’s in, lose all will and hope…


Boozy Breath…

..........Dripping Sweat

....................Nasty Groan

..........Heavy Grunt...

To him; not child, just an empty c*nt...

No more secrets.
No more secrets.

I'm Fifteen…

..........I'm Thirteen

....................Now Eleven

..........Comes Nine...

For six long years he pilfered what was mine…


Infant…

.........Baby

....................Toddler

..........Woman...

But where is Child; stolen by villain…

Five, Four…

..........Three

....................Two

..........One...
Mind shut tight until he is done…


Tear…

..........Whimper

....................Sting

..........Stain...

Suddenly, like daybreak, recollections cause pain…

Darkness…

..........Shadows

....................Suppression

..........Echoes...

Three decades pass, mind’s memories expose

Angel

Source

Ethereal…

..........Illusion

....................Deception

..........Deny...

For this little girl, I finally want to cry…

Disgust…

..........Despair

....................Grief

..........Such innocense, so sadly...

I continue to wonder, “Why couldn’t you just be my Daddy?”


**A Personal Note from Misscue**

This poem was written with the intention of helping children and adults learn how to speak up about abuse and how not to keep their dark secrets buried within.

Please do not feel sorry for me or remark about any "Poor Me" syndrome! I am fine, do not and never have considered myself a victim....because, my friends....

I am a survivor!

I want you to know that the best tool you have in this world, and the only tool that will never leave your side...

...is YOUR VOICE...

Speak up, be heard, and be as loud as you possibly can! Because only you can stop the abuse! I send my love and sincere blessings to all of you!

My past paved the path for my now.  I finally understand what I must do in order to heal.
My past paved the path for my now. I finally understand what I must do in order to heal.
Written by  Misscue
Written by Misscue

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© 2012 Helen Kramer

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rahul0324 4 years ago from Gurgaon, India

I am here with you friend... Admitting I cried word by word with this piece!

And now towards the end I am proud of you! For like me you are a survivor... a stalwart, a hero... may be not for the world... but for me...

How unholy the world has become... How unholy... My insides hurt when I imagine a child, the picture of god himself.. being subjected to such kind of pain..

Disgusting...

Your piece reminds me of my own tragic past.. different from yours in activity but same in mental effect!

As again.. I am with you my friend Helen


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scrittobene 4 years ago from Melbourne Australia

This would have to be the most courageous and honest poem I have ever read. I admire and respect you MissCue for sharing your past pain and I am certain you will give a voice to others who have experienced this kind of abuse. I take my hat off to you and thank you for your generosity in giving of yourself when so much has been taken from you. Voted up.


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Deborah Brooks 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

I had an uncle that was like this.. so horrible of a man.. thank you for witting this.. it is sad because it happens all the time.. it is disgusting these kind of people.. and I don't feel sorry for them..

I vote up and I am sharing

Debbie


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MissCue 4 years ago from Santa Barbara, CA. Author

Wow!!! Such wonderfully encouraging responses, my friends! To you all, I send my sincere Mahalo Nui Loa!

I couldn't sleep last night, sat up all night at the keyboard facing my demons step by step, word for word, and line by line until I was absolutely positive that I had this one perfect. After all, it had to be perfect, as graphic and descriptive that it became, it came from my heart and soul.

And redundantly, we all know that the truth hurts sometimes, but with these carefully placed words, I wanted to convey my sorry, my pain, my strength and my wisdom. I finally opened up those closets and let some of the skeletons out. I feel free and surprisingly, so much less empty. Again, thank you!


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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and awesome. I would injure each of these monsters and in delight watch them die a slow and agonizing death. You are right children who are so abused are afraid to speak out and it is them that suffer the most physically and psychologically. Being a survivor is the best thing you can be sometimes the end can come tragically. With you all the way on this one. Bring on any monster we'll slay him together. Thanks for sharing the dark side. God bless. Passing this on.


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MissCue 3 years ago from Santa Barbara, CA. Author

Hello Gypsy Rose Lee, I apologize for the delayed response. Had to hash through some more demons. It's ok, and so am I. Thanks for the heart felt encouragement.

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