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PhaerieChild Senior Member
since 1999-08-30
Posts 1787Aloha, Oregon 
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"VICTIM"S RIGHTS!!!" the headlines blatantly cry. "WHERE?! DAMNIT!! WHERE?!" shouts one small I. Abuse, molest; shame, guilt shrouds my soul... All in the name of love; that's a reason so I'm told. "Let me hold you so I can hurt you with my need. Let me have your innocence, though you will bleed." "NO! PLEASE!!!" I cry..."It's me...a child.. a helpless creature! You are older, wiser....you're to be a teacher." Well, you've taught me well on the fiber of life. I'm not mentally fit to be a good man's wife. Guilt, mistrust, misguided beliefs, all crowd my mind. Do you think this all came about because you were oh so kind? Yes...I bled...my childhood so freely taken. By one of life's teachers; what have you forsaken? Maybe in your mind I was there just for your pleasure. But the loss of innocence leaves a grief beyond measure. You were reckless, thoughtless, consumed by your need. But you, Teacher Dear, murdered a child without heed. 7/90 ------------------ Words lay dormant in the recesses of the mind til called forth to a labor of love. By WildChild |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Very poignant message here, Wild Child, and one we don't see enough of. The abuse and molest that goes on in this world is almost unoticed accepted anymore. I truly feel the wounds of this piece. I will post one of my own on the very same subject today. Michael |
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PhaerieChild Senior Member
since 1999-08-30
Posts 1787Aloha, Oregon |
Thank you Michael for taking the time to read this. It is a sad thing that most of our society does not care or at the very least are apathetic to the plight of abused children in our country (and elsewhere). It seems as if we now a country of walking wounded with no outward scars to prove our battles though it rages on inside like a boiling cauldron searing the soul. I will be pleased to read your piece on this subject. ------------------ Words lay dormant in the recesses of the mind til called forth to a labor of love. By WildChild |
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moonmoon Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 277TX , USA |
A haunting poem wildchild..A child hood ripped to shreads is always a heart wrenching picture..  This is the second poem on child abuse I am reading today..I think, I will call it a day... ------------------ "No one was ever ruined from without; The final ruin comes from within.".....Amelia E. Barr |
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