Echoes of My Mind - Remembering Sexual Abuse As a Little Girl
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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".
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.
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...
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
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!
(inspired by rahul0324...Thank you kind Sir!)
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