AN ABUSED CHILD · SURVIVING CHILD ABUSE

Calling all survivors of child abuse

So I’ve been looking for you… yes YOU! I was beaten, strangled, verbally assaulted and mentally abused as a child. Were you? I ask because I can’t find you.. what I experienced was abuse! But when I type in “child abuse survivors” on google or other search engines very little comes up for those that…… Continue reading Calling all survivors of child abuse

AN ABUSED CHILD

Imagine it …  you are 7 yrs of 

Imagine it …. you have to do it! You have to open the door. You don’t have an option. You can feel your stomach trembling. Your guts are moving trying to reach your back bone. Your breathing is actually quick gasps for air. You are shaking inside but you know not to shake outside. “Think…… Continue reading Imagine it …  you are 7 yrs of 

AN ABUSED CHILD · POETRY MY WAY

Doesn’t anyone want me here…?

Doesn’t anyone want me here? I was born as a result of carefree living No wait .. It was more as a token to be used for gain She had me and used me to get what she wanted I was a token to be used for bartering to get what she needed…. “Cute baby” they…… Continue reading Doesn’t anyone want me here…?

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A Red Balloon 

Monday, March 5, 2012 My mother was just like a balloon that was filled with hot air…. And would pop when it had too much air or someone poked it with a pen…though she wasn’t filled with hot air….. She was filled with hate, confusion, pain, negativity…. She would get really full… Just like a…… Continue reading A Red Balloon 

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Kickball

Tuesday, September 1, 2015 Kickball I was in middle school when I finally realized I had no skills. Kickball was what showed me just how different I was. Kids on the bus talking about how they played outside after school. Walked to the corner store together. Played wall ball, jumped in the water from fire…… Continue reading Kickball

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Validate me for I am a child…

Saturday, July 30, 2011 “Even monkeys are cute” That is what she said to me as a small child. I was a small, quiet, polite, pretty child, or so I have been told. I had long ponytails, cute chubby cheeks and a delightful smile, or so i have been told. I remember people would smile…… Continue reading Validate me for I am a child…