Can It Be Stopped
Can It Be Stopped?
When I was young, this is no lie
raw oatmeal I'd eat to stay alive.
Mom was there, but in the bed
When she awoke I feared with dread.
When I was only ten years old
the winters were so very cold.
No heat to warm our little home
in the closet I sat, all alone.
All I wanted was a little bite
empty cabinets, no food insight.
Holey shoes, I went to school
lunch time came, my belly full.
Home again, the same ole shit
bruises wore from being hit.
Extension cord, hanger, hickory stick
to name a few that make me sick.
Friendly neighbor whom all adore
seeked his pleasure behind closed door.
Asking for help to do his dishes
willing to work to fulfill his wishes.
Threats were made or I would pay
burned in my memory to this day.
At fourteen I worked to pay my bills
went to school even still.
I pulled through all of this you see
and rasied a happy family.
They do not know of all my past
of my mother they do not ask.
They know was bad for me back then
It took some time for me to mend.
Written by
Angie
Help prevent child abuse if possible. This is only the surface of some of the things I suffered. I struggled to break the pattern, so my children would never have to go through what I did. I view life in a positive outlook, I do not relive my past. Though somethings trigger past memories.
