Walk away while you can
Don’t turn around
If you can’t watch it happen
For you will then need
The heart of iron
That knows not to bleed
Now that you have decided
You have stopped, thinking
You can do it
You have the stomach to stand
What I go through, I applaud
This is how we do it
It’s not the song, but my life’s story
This is how it goes, my typical day
Get up to feel the stale morning breath
I have to for I don’t have the choice of death
I wait near the door
Hoping my parents will take me to school
Once alcohol flows out of my father
Drugs leave the body of my mother
Hopefully it all happens before
The broken clock strikes morning hours
May be tomorrow, he will love me
May be she will notice me
Bring me a candy for me
Put warm food before me
It will happen, I wait on the stairs
Imagining this impossible dream
The day went by, I’ve little sisters
And brothers in line
For their share of love and affection
I give them as best I can
Hoping my parents will wake up soon
See what a good kid I have been
No response, instead night comes creeping
I’m dragged upstairs to give company
To satisfy my parents hunger for pornography
I beg not to hurt, but noone hears
I cry hissing, for I’m not allowed to make any sound
I’m kicked, ripped and rapped over and over again
Until the effects of alcohol and drugs kick in
My parents just took before this session
Helping me escape from the pain
I’m now bruised with bleeding fresh wounds
Right next to the old ones
It’s okay, I’ll be okay once I’m eighteen
I can leave and never look back again
But that time is far from happening
I’m already messed up and anger is building
Resentful I am, I hate everyone
I found a hidden way out to slide
Into the open world
They say its cruel, they have seen none
I already know what is pain
What more the world can award me
That I have not seen and done
Drugs, alcohol, unsafe sex
Beaten up and got beaten
To be safer, I even joined gang
So what if I get caught stealing
Or chased for fighting
Cops know me well, they know where to find me
Cuff me and throw me in juvenile detention
I’ve done it all
I know it all so very well
I now have graduated to giving advice
Teach the tactics to new members
Lay out my own rules and regulations
Lead them all into detention
Well I’ve always been a good student
I learnt from the best, my parents
Bruises are not scary anymore
Pain is not I feel ever
Rape is just another form of sex, I know for sure
I know how to play with weapons
Be it knife or AK-47
I’m not scared of cops and court
I can take them all down
My life is rocking now
Making up for the time
My parents never rocked me to sleep
Now I rest in peace
All day long and through the night
Cold or hot, it doesn’t matter
I have me and myself, who needs any other person?
Thanks for listening
Now only if you could do something
For deep down I’m scared
Inside me is a dirt pile of stale tears
And a kid hiding behind damaged exterior
Love me, hate me not
I know I’m not the best
But don’t let me be the worst
Give a chance and I will prove
I also have a heart
Longing for your love and attention
Adopt me if you can
Or just stop by to say hi behind bars
From where I want to break free
I’m not that a bad person
If you will help me, I will learn to smile
To play and educate myself
Once just listen to me
The unspoken voice shrieking loud
Help me if you can, I need it
I beg you not to let me die
For I still want to live a kid’s life
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It’s not the song, but my life’s story I like this line.
Oh I couldn't imagine hearing this everyday Nicely penned emotions Dear
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Thanks hun
Thanks hun for stopping by and taking time to read and listen to those voices... sadly such things happen more often than we realize... I appreciate your support and comment. take care Minoo
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This poem is sooo sad. I love the way you painted such a clear picture and told the story. I think it's awesome that you're finally able to live in peace. And the lines...
Give a chance and I will prove
I also have a heart
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Yes it tells true sad stories
Thanks Dreams for listening the voices behind these scenes. It's not my personal story but the kids my agency works with that mostly end up in detention centers. But when they crack and we see through their exterior, all we see is an innocent kid wanting and longing to be free as a kid. Thanks again for reading and understanding these children, all they ask is for a chance...
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very, very , very sad, but find strength in knowing that you are not and never will be alone in this world, parents get lost just like anybody else, that does not justify however, any sortof abuse whatsoever, you bared your sould here quite elegently, if this is a true situation , please, please go and ask for help, you teachers, the police, anyone who can intervene for yu and make you feel safe, God bless.
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Thank you for listening!
It is indeed so sad that even tears fail to cry...I've always been such a blessed child, a spoilt brat more like it around my dad... that is why its almost hard for me to believe this happens on hourly basis, every single day, even in world's no.1 nation - right here in USA. Working with psychologists and psychiatrists that evaluate kids with Juvenile Services, I hear and read the realities, I can't know what to feel for I get frozen. So, finally I decided to pursue my law with specialization in Child Advocacy, it might be a miniscule effort of mine to get kids, be 2-legged or 4-legged, their own voice. I really appreciate you taking time to read this wretched truth and your thoughtfull comment. -
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That makes it so much better and what a releif that your not going through that! I was scared for you, I know that there are a lot of young kids on this site, and I was hoping that this was not a true thing happening, although i know it does happen out there. well you know what i mean, good luck with you advocacey, you can make a difference
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You are really very sweet person!
Thank you so much for replying back to my comment. I'm glad its not me, but the fact still haunts me everyday even after I leave work. I hope I can make some difference and I do need lot of luck to finish my law school. Once again thank you so much for your concern. Its the ones like you who are true heroes hiding behind scenes.
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I really like your poem especially the lines:
May be tomorrow, he will love me
May be she will notice me
It's really hard when even after all the abuse they do still just want to be loved.
Great writing.
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Thanks Mollie
Thank you so much for stopping by and reading this reality and understanding the ugliness of our society. It is hard for the kids not to be kids. Once again I appreciate your thoughful comment.
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Heart wrenching
Okay... if this is a true story about yourself, my advise to you is to not follow your parental examples through life. So many children repeat their parents mistakes and then blame their upbringing for making them that way. If you can learn from the mistakes of your parents and take control of your own destiny you will be fine. I am a foster parent who has taken in neglected, abused children and showed them that the path they were raised on isn't the path for them to follow. If you need any help, let me know. Keep your chin up and keep out of trouble. Keep reaching for the stars, as the stars are yours for the keeping if you just reach out.
Tonya
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Thank You & Not My Story
Thanks sweeT for your warmth and concerned advice. I'm a very blessed child for I've one my family, one of a kind, specially my dad...I'm a spoilt brat. This is what I've seen where I work in Psychological Evaluation department as secretary to psychologists. We deal with kids in Detention centers in MD, Eastern Shore. Every time I think I've seen and heard it all & another yet worst one walks through the door, it seems a vicious never ending circle. Only if someone gave a chance to these kids, they might just end up better than most of us. I can't say I understand what they go through, for no one can until in such situation and I do not wish this upon any one. This is why I decided to specialize in child advocacym, my tiny little effort to break this cycle.
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i almost had the same upbringing..except without a mother....and even though i'm 43...i still make up for the childhood lost..... this is heart wrenching for me...and people so often do turn a blind eye to "what's not their business"....peace and healing...shzoosy
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Thanks for your time
I am so sorry for your lost childhood, I can't even imagine what you feel, this is what I've seen for I'm a very blessed child, I was a spoilt brat. I'm not going to pretend I know for I don't, no one can know this and hope no one gets to know this kind of life. Kids who are forced to grow up the dya they are born, I applaud them for doing their best and fighting for their existence, I have respect in store for them & not sympathy...they and you deserved much much better. Thanks for reading my poem, I wrote this after working in evaluation department delaing with the kids in juvenile services and finally realized that I want to specialize in child advocacy and animal rights.
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