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Childhood is not supposed to be a painful experience, but in some children's lives it is a very harsh reality. Sometimes physical, sometimes psycological, and both effect the emotions of children. Sticks and stones will break my bones and even words can hurt ME! |
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PLEASE STOP THE HURT! |
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Who has hurt you so much, that you must now hurt me? If this is a parent's love, it's love I cannot see! I'm just a little child and I'm reaching out to you. You always seem so angry no matter what I do! What can I do to please you, so you won't make me cry? I'm always so afraid that someday I will die! Whenever you have hit me and someone sees, the marks of black and blue---- I say, "I fell and hurt myself." I can't tell them what is true! I pray to GOD to make you better, so no one will ever know! I'm afraid to tell the truth because I LOVE YOU SO! I know you don't mean to hurt me, it's someone else, not you. A parent's love protects their child they don't beat them black and blue! Their love doesn't break your spirit, or make you hide and feel alone. Love never makes you a stranger, to others living in your home. If someone has hurt you, the way that you are hurting me, Will I grow up hurting others trying to be free? Of the suffering and the pain will there ever be an end? How can we make it stop, will we ever mend? Your voice is like a frightening roar, not a parent's loving tone. Your hands are instruments of pain striking fear into my very bones! No matter how much I love you, it never stops your abuse! I must tell the truth to someone, for what you do there is no excuse! Your pain does not get better, because you pass it on to me! We have to find another way, so we can both be free! You're still a little child and you still hurt the way I do. If someone can help you to grow up, then maybe you can help me to! |
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To only be a step-child makes me feel I don't belong! It makes me feel invisible, like I've done something wrong. I feel so set apart and it fills me with self-doubt! I know I wasn't born to you, why must you always point that out? Why can't you just accept me like you would your daughter or your son? Perhaps, instead of STEP say SPECIAL, so I won't feel like I'm NO ONE! Whenever you talk about me to your family or your friends, you point out that I'm your STEP-CHILD, like I'm not real, I'm just pretend! Why must you explain about me? Why can't I just be a CHILD? Each time you mention STEP-CHILD, I feel I've been EXILED! I'm a child without an owner, one you cannot accept as yours. Each time you explain about me, I feel so ignored! I feel so invisible, as though I have no place. To be accepted by you must I have your face? Since I didn't have a choice in this new status for my life- Why must you make me feel I'm different? Why must I pay a Price? I've accepted you as my new parent and if we are to be a family, No one should get stepped on, at least that's the way I see! Could we put an end to Stepped on feelings, and just be real to one another? Could you accept me as just a CHILD, not STEP-CHILD, and you be my Father or Mother? |
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Who gave you the right to do what you have done? To some parent's DAUGHTER or some parent's SON? Those children exist in the shame you've created! Some children were strangers, to some you were related. You inflicted your pain with no thought of their lives, Stained their futures forever, so few will survive! Their lives full of darkness, they live in despair! You go on with your life, it just isn't fair! Children must know the truth, they are your damaged debris. They're the ones who have suffered from your ugly deeds! You're a stranger, family friend, a relative, the friendly neighbor next door. The world doesn't know what you are. You're a sexual predator! You inflict your destruction on innocent bodies and minds. You reap your pleasure without caring what you leave behind! You create an illusion that they are at fault, and make them bear the blame for the assult! You twist their emotions, you warn them not to tell. You say no one will believe them, that's part of your spell! Since you're all grown-up they believe that you're right. They're trapped in your prison all day and all night! Once kind, happy children, now enraged or withdrawn. Parents wonder what happened, children they knew now are gone! The truth remains hidden out of fear and of shame. You've stolen their souls, it's you that's to blame! You stroll through the world with a smile on your face. You spread your destruction through the whole human race! Some you abuse, some you actually kill! You haven't the right, though some might say you're ill! That gives you no right to spread your disease, and leave children imprisoned and dying while you walk away free! The childen must know that they're not to blame! You used them as pawns in your ugly game. You must be caught and and so they must tell. We will believe them, we must break your spell! The truth must come from those who have cried, to save others from the fate of those who have died! Those you have imprisoned must now imprison you! The day of your demise is long overdue! The children must take back their power that you took away. So others won't have to suffer, it's your turn to pay! We must teach our children to recognize you! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO DO WHAT YOU DO! |
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This page was last updated on: April 13, 2002
All written content on this site is the sole property of the author-Patty Bunn. It may not be used in anyway without written permission. |
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