I can hear him coming after me.
He must have gotten the note from my teacher.
She said that she thought I must be getting bullied and wants a meeting,
that is enough to set him off again.
I did really well this week.
I stayed out of his way, and did not cry or bring attention to myself.
But now he is coming.
Now he stumbles.
He must be drunk again, he's always drunk when he gets fired,
and that happens a lot.
My door bursts open.
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it's over, he is gone again.
I bury my head in my stuffed lion.
I wish I was back with my mom.
She was kind to me, but she was killed...
so now I am here with strangers
who swear that they will kill me if I tell social services.
They want to get more kids you see,
one kid to hit, one kid to throw down stairs isn't enough any more.
I hear his steps again...
no... it's her, not him.
I hear the bolt on the outside of my door shut.
I am a prisoner here, in this room. Just me and Aslan my lion.
Two days later and I am still here locked up.
I have had no food, and just one juice box between me and Aslan.
I curl up to hold off the pain in my tummy.
I won't cry because it just makes me more thirsty.
I dream that someday someone will rescue me.
and bring me to a wonderful family.
Where I will get toys and books,
and where no one will hurt me ever again.
I wish there was a hero out there,
on his way to save me, on his way to protect me forever.
>>>
He has finally let me out.
I feel all shaky, and so hungry that I want to cry
I do not cry.
I must never cry.
That's the biggest rule.
No crying at all, ever.
She sees that I am clutching Aslan.
she grabs it and holds it out the window.
"stupid girl! It's just a toy, why do you hold it as if it
was your first born child?!"
I am afraid she might drop it. I can't help it,
a tear escapes me.
Next thing I know I am against the wall...
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I lay in bed much later. I have school tomorrow, I need to sleep.
I am afraid of the dark. I NEED Aslan, but she took him away.
At school my teacher notices that I have several bruises on my face.
She sends me to the nurse.
I tell the nurse that I fell down the stairs. It's not a lie, I did fall
but that's because he pushed me.
The nurse doesn't believe me.
She calls Him at work.
I am told that he is coming to get me,
and take me 'home'
I start to cry. I know I'm not allowed, but I can not help it.
The nurse asks me how I got bruised.
I tell her the truth.
She calls the police.
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that night I spend at a hospital, they want to do tests on me.
Because I have a lot of injuries.
The hospital is even more scary than His house to me.
So many people, poking and talking about me.
The next morning I am told that Him and Her are in Jail.
I am brought to their house to get my things.
I find Aslan on my bed. His back was torn open and stuffing is all over my room. I start to cry again.
The social worker promises she will get me a new one,
but I beg her to save Aslan, Mommy gave him to me, I need him.
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My new family scares me. They speak softly to me, but so did she,
before she scratched me.
They hug me,
but so did he, when he was trying to break my back.
They try to get me to eat,
but She use to put soap in my food, and I am scared to eat.
Aslan is all better now, he is a bit thinner,
a bit, ragged, but he is my protector again.
I just want to be safe. I don't want to be hurt anymore.
I want to be allowed to cry or laugh, if I want to.
But if I do I might get hurt.
I might get hurt bad.
Author notes
this is written through the eyes of a six year old girl
Elvenfairy A.K.A. Laura
A contest entry
- Pain, Abuse and Anguish by Anguas-Confusion.
450 points, ended November 11, 2007, 17 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Anything About Abuse--Now Taking Prewrites by Viyanna Rosemarie.
1000 points, ended May 7, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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this is a very, very sad story. i pray that it is not true. i would like to thank you for entering my contest and i wish you well in this contest. viyanna rosemarie
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You did an excellent job here. I think it deserves a Gold to be honest.
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hey, thanks for the comment and the applause! I am glad you liked my piece, it is very personal to me, and very precious. I did take your adivce and removed it from a lot of the contests that it didn't win in
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): sad, so sad, its terrible that things like this really do happen. thank you for entering my contest and good luck.
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I thought this was very sad, but a story that we often hear. The ending could have been a bit more effective. It seemed to just... end. Some parts were very chilling and I sadly relate all too well.
Thank you for entering, and good luck
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Wow, this poem really captures the thoughts, fears, and emotions of the abused child. This was heart-wrenching to read. I like how you wrote this with the gaps in writing for the gaps in time. It's obvious you put a lot or work into this and it is a subject close to your heart. Very well written!
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Excellent
What an intense and creative poem. So deserving of the silver. Congratulations.
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thanks!
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Truly heart wrenching, and sad. Wow, I really liked this one. It was beautifully written, and it is so full of feeling, maybe, words spoken by a child?
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yes, words spoken by a child. A six year old girl.
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You should put the background as black, with the words really light. Color doesn't work here. The double spacing is also distracting.... Now criticism aside, I think this is an amazingly moving poem. Without the distractions, I would have cried. I think you should have gotten a gold award. W-O-W.
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I made some ajdustments. Please tell me if you think it's better now
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thanks! I'm glad you liked it. I'd fix the coloring, but my computer keeps yelling at me when I try. I'll try again I guess. You had a good idea color wise
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oh wow that poem was so awesome! sad, but awesome! it totally brings tears to my eyes and i dont really cry. it reminds me of my childhood and what i am still going thru today. i live for the day when i turn 18 and can leave but i wonder will i be able to leave my baby sis there to suffer? i dont know the answer but i will find it...someday
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what about taking your sister to live with you?
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that's really sad, and you make me want to cry and do something for her. God i wish i could do things for these kids that go through that crap. i plan to adopt teenagers that have been through hell like this their whole lives or almost their whole lives and teach them that it's not always like that. wonderful poem. and you say you're poems aren't that great...*shakes head*
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I wish I could help them too. I plan to do foster care, be a good foster parent so these kids have someone good in their lives. I'm glad you liked the poem, this is one of my favoret poems I have written. But thats because I speak mostly from my own childhood in here. So it hits me on a personal level.
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Wow... this poem is really good... thank you for entering it, it's touched me in so many ways it's untrue, you brought a tear to my eye and it really addresses what this contest is about. Thank you again for entering, I wish you all the best in this. xXx
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This poem left me very shaken up. It's so sad, that this is so often a reality for so many children. I really hope that you take the gold in this contest, you deserve it, you have done such a wonderful job here.
Take care and be safe, always.
~Monica
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thanks!
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i would like to thank you very much for your wonderful entry into this contest. i am wishing you the best of luck in all your future writings and in this contest as well. i am looking forward to reading more from you in the very near future. viyanna rosemarie
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