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Details | Carpe Diem | |


Tomorrow we can save the world
Tomorrow we'll have world peace
Tomorrow we'll cure breast cancer
Tomorrow's victories will not cease
Tomorrow we'll love the unlovely
Tomorrow we'll irradiate disease
Tomorrow we'll eliminate poverty
Tomorrow cruel prejudice will ease
Tomorrow we'll clean all the oceans
Tomorrow we'll end war and despair
Tomorrow we'll treasure our planet
Tomorrow we'll see love everywhere
Tomorrow there are good intentions
Tomorrow so much can be done
Tomorrow we'll all come together
Tomorrow I'll be more than one..

But today one is all who sees him
An orphan child pimped on the street
His face is bruised and battered
He has no shoes to cover his feet
He is only one of a 153 million
What difference could only one make
I'll only find out by seizing the day
Waiting for tomorrow is a big mistake

Carpe Diem.. Tomorrow's too late!

Contest: Regina's "Seize The Day!"
Date: 10-28-14

Details | Free verse | |

Handle With Care

Leave her alone
The excitement stirs her,
unsettles the calm of her soul and haunts it
All her days, she hides
behind her hair
She observes the motions to life, and 
disconnects the images inside 
forgetting places
Cradle her 
She is full of glass, and 
the eyes of the world may break her

- A. H. Sewell ©2015

Details | Rhyme | |


I cannot stand your presence for another day,
You have ruined me in every possible way,
All this hidden pain inside was caused by you,
My tears were invisible, so you never knew.

You abused me daily with your uncaring words,
I ignored it and pretended like it was unheard,
You continued to prey on me without seeing,
That those words were hurting my every feeling.

I lived my life believing what you had said,
Your voice constantly echoing in my head,
I could not be myself because of you,
See the damage that you put me through.

Over the past few months something changed,
As my once sad thoughts were rearranged,
I have found friends who brighten up my days,
They have changed my life in so many ways.

My friends are encouraging me to just be,
I will never be like you, don't you see,
Now finally free my voice can be heard,
There is positivity coming from my every word.

Details | Bio | |

Morning Dew

       Morning Dew

Does no one the depth of this darkness
Of it's presence within our mist
So heavy it rains on the Glory of life
We choose to let it be
Not to see 
Words of choice
To hide it from display
It will grow
From seed 
To plant 
To tree
It's roots of hate have already captured some 
I thought these souls were safe from harm
But now they have joined and seem bound to the roots that have entangled them
No where 
To run 
To hide
The daylight grows darker daily as it struggles to survive 
How can mankind repeat these atrocities over an over
Justifying their hate in any form 
We have learned nothing
For our young we create the gift
Of hope
Of love
So wondrous in the  morning dew
Why have we chosen again and again to embrace the darkness

Details | Free verse | |

A Lamenting Mother:

 War has stolen my children,
War snatched my sweetest things, god’s given;
War robbed my children from being ‘hidden’
War demolished my tiniest hope,
War has made me a body without soul.
I’ve seen bullets killing my children,
I’ve heard babies cry,
It maims my soul the way babies die;
I have nowhere to fly.
War didn’t spare a single child,
Bombs fell on smiling babies,
Weapons snatched our babies from cradle,
Ignominious war sent them to grave.
I’ve seen atrocious appearance of war,
To raise my voice I dare,
I am solo face on crowd
You can’t kill us blasting bombs loud,
I will finally hold revenge’s sword,
I want to listen my baby’s shout.
Where are my bubbly chirpy children?
When shall this war end?
When will the toys get back their owner?
When shall they again play with dolls?
War has taken over one million children,
War has made moms bed-ridden,
War has turned off the way of life,
War owed everything to malice.
Why did war kill Zelena’s new born?
Why did it take away 5 yrs old Adnaan?
Regina’s little head struck by splinter
My heart is dead like cold winter.
I play with soft toys of my children,
I weep over their lost childhood
I kiss their tiny fur shoes,
I wash their colorful clothes 
To lessen my woes!!
I shake Sana’s round rattle,
I count days of battle
My lips get chapped,
My tears get dried,
But I never stop waiting,
For my little children to return,
War can’t rob our children,
It just robs the future citizens!! 

Details | Rhyme | |

Stolen Youth

I took a stroll around my mind today
And there I found images, visions at play:
I saw a child, happy carefree
I somehow knew that child wasn’t me
More of a hope, a dream that never came true
That dream, that illusion was shattered by you
I saw a teen innocent naive
For that misled youth I often grieve
I see a bride and her husband to be
But for me that door’s locked and you hold the key
I see the life I should have know
The type of environment in which I should have grown
You’ve taken so very much from my life, 
From my sister, your daughter, my mother, your wife
You’ve haunted my days and tortured my nights
To the memories you leave me I can put up no fight.
I will never forgive you for the pain that you’ve caused
The whole of my life has been slowed down or paused
I only hope that one day I’ll see
How to trust again and learn to be me


April is child abuse awareness month.
According to Ofsted, 3 children die every week from child abuse in the UK and Wales

Details | Rhyme | |

Alcohol Love---Family Fear

Push and shove
Punch and hit
Throwing a bad violent fit
Never knowing what you did
Because the liquor left it hid
Remembering is hard to do
When it takes control of you
You try and stop with group support
But one sip and you  abort
All the senses telling you
This is a bad thing to do
Having fun with all your friends
Swigging every drink they send
With each one you can’t hold back
You start to hit and start to smack
A child who don’t understand
Why other daddy’s use their hands
To hold and love their little ones
But she has to hide and run
So afraid and scared to death
With every hit she holds her breath
Praying for her life each  time
He does this violent act of crime

Details | Rhyme | |

She was only 5

She was only five and this is what
happened when she was alive

Ser dad was a drunk her mom was an addict
They always kept her locked up in the attic

Her only friend was a toy bear
and it was old and worn with patches of hair

She always talked to it when nobody was around
she layed there and hugged it with not a peep of sound

Until her parents unlocked the door
some more pain she'll have to endore

Bruise on her leg scare on her face
why would she have to be in such a horrible place

She grabs her bear and softly cries
she loves her parents but they want her to die 

She sits in the corner quiet but thinking
god why is my life always sinking

Such a bad life for a sad little kid
she got beaten and beaten for anything she did

And then one night her mom came home high
and she got beaten as the hours went by

Then her mom suddenly grabbed for a blade
it was sharp and pointy the one that she made

She thrusted the blade right in her chest
you deserve to die you worthless little pest

The mom walked out leaving the girl slowly dieing
she grabbed hey bear and again started crying

The police showed up at the small little house
and quickly barged in everything quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly opened a door
to find the little girl lieing on the floor

It must have been hard to go thourgh so much harm
but at least she died with her best friend in her arms

A child dies every day from child abuse and if you have an ounce of pity in your 
heart for little auorura and you hate child abuse do something about it and let 
them know that someone cares about them

Details | I do not know? | |

RIP Virginity

Dear Sir, my innocence is gone now, no more fear 
Do you love to **** me again, I am always here. 
I wonder when you taught me how to use a pen, 
I was so into you but my ****** was in pain! 
I was crying; I was too immature to understand
I was turning only 13, I couldn't feel what happened. 
but I promise I never forget what you taught me at the end. 
I begged you to stop and looked into your eyes, 
there was a reflection of a cruel world, that’s  what I deserved!
Don't be afraid, mommy never knows what you did, 
Nobody knows that you made me bleed. 
Dear sir, my innocence is gone with all my tears,
as I had no safe place to hide myself from fears.
Nobody saw anything as your world was so blind! 
having hidden hatred inside, a virgin died. 
Dear sir, time cannot erase your memories, 
time doesn't heal all wounds, that you marked, 
yes, you took my innocence that will be always on my mind.
My innocent world was shattered by your touch
Hope no one ever has to experience such
For all the pain, all the cruelty, thank you very much!

Details | Ballad | |

I'm Sorry

 im sorry ive caused you pain.
i thank you for sticking by me through everything.
and not giving up on me. i dnt no what
i would do if you had given up on me.
Im sorry ive lied to your face and you knew it,
but you still loved me the same as before.
so i thank you.
i dont know if i would be here with you if you had given up on me.
im sorry ive broken your trust over and over,
and you still wanna trust me.
i thank you again.
i dont know wat i would have done if you didnt trust me.
im sorry ive done things behind your back,
even though i promised you i would never do them.
im sure you knw but you never said anything.
i wish you would have. it would have saved us all alot of pain
i thank you for never giving up on me.
i dont no how to tell you how much i love you.
mom i love you sooooooo much you wont ever no how much i love u and thank you for everything

Details | Ghazal | |

Poor Child

Standing all alone on the hill, poor child,
Staring at the town’s old mill, poor child.

If daddy only hadn’t lost his job last year,
Maybe he’d be living with us still, poor child.

Winters coming soon he’ll need some shoes,
He doesn’t even have a dollar bill, poor child.

He rubs his hungry tummy as a tear fills up his eye,
But you won’t hear him cry for he is still, poor child.

He wanders off to find some scraps to eat,
Digs in the dumpster near the grill, poor child.

The boy then seeks a place to rest his head,
Thankful that he still has one more pill, poor child.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans

Details | Sonnet | |

Stolen Children -- Miltonic Sonnet

Within life's cesspool, captives held for trade,
Along infested ways where young-child rape
Is glorified by twisted souls who gape
And for the purity of babes are paid.
In dim, demonic dwellings are they laid
And sold to loathsome loves who drape
Stolen innocence in sin's evil curse--
Beyond protection or rescuing raid;
The shadowy officials turn the head
To wink or sometimes join the savage curse.
Somewhere sad, broken parents, sobbing, lie,
Tortured days and nights saturate with dread
While ever fuller grows the sex trade's purse:
The victims cry alone and ask God why.

May 3, 2014

Details | Rhyme | |


Now I lay me down to sleep
In my home that's really sweet
Had three large meals and a snack
There wasn't a hint of any lack
Comfortable shoes and clothes that fit
My heart's desires my money can get
Friends and family know my name
So many opportunities it's just insane
Doctors and dentists, heat and air
A hope and a future.. No despair
Little chance I'll die before I wake
But if I do, my soul God will take.

But the homeless orphan goes to sleep
His unbathed body on a filthy street
Sold himself today to get a meal
From a slimy stranger with a dollar bill
No life, no skills, no future, no hope
No family, no friends, no heat, no coat
No shelter, no job, no doctor, no care
No money, no support, no help anywhere
Despair and neglect, a fight to survive
A shell of a child more dead than alive
And if this orphan dies before he wakes
Will he know God his soul to take?

Contrast Poem

Details | Free verse | |

For An Abused Child

If I Could Have Gotten Your Embryo
Before You Were Born
I Would Have Sheltered You Safely
and Protected Your Form ...

I'd Have Put You In My Womb
& Flowed You Knowledge Like In A Tubric
& Patted My Expanding Belly
As I Played You Music

And As You Got Ready
To Arrive From The Birth Canal
You Would've Known My Breasts
Would Be Ringing Like Welcome Bells! ...

Eager To Suckle You
Breast Feed My Own Flesh & Nourish
So You Could Grow Strong
... In Love's Encourage

I Would've Held You In Wonder
& So Close Tenderly
Amazed At This Little Bundle,
Breathing, Piece of Me ...

And When You Turned One
Or As You Sucked Your Thumb
Or Eating Baby Food Jars of Plums
... I'd Have Given You Trumpets & Drums

... And Building Alphabet Blocks
& Superman Capes
& Stuffed Teddy Bears
& Oatmeal Cookies & Grapes

I'd Have Read You Stories
From Capt. Adventure Books
You'd Have Known You Were Loved
By My Proud Mama Looks

I'd Have Spent Time With You
Showing You How To Tie Your Shoe
Rocked You If You Caught The Flu
or Any Sniffles You Went Through ...

I Would Have Played With You
& Prayed With You
From Crawling To Walking
Paved The Way For You

Yeah, I Would Have Fussed At You
& When Needed Even Spanked You Too
& I'd Meant: This Hurts Me More Than You
'Cause You're The Little Symbiot, Mama Grew

So, You Would Have Known
You Were Loved & Treasured
You Would Have Known
Your Worth Couldn't Be Measured

Nor Compared To Anyone Else
At Any Point In Time
'Cause You Are The Best
Because You Were "Mine"

* * * * * * *

But I Never Knew You
But Believe Me If I Had ...
I'd A Made Sure You Had 
A Loving Mom & Dad

And You Would've Never Been Abused
Or Treated Bad ...
But From Now On Find Your Joy
To Replace What's Sad

            Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/12/2013 
             by:  MoonBee Canady

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

The number the brand

When I met her , a very old lady she was , yet inside lay a frightened child .
I felt my heart cry , I felt as if I was touching history itself , as I made this older lady, child,  chai .

I remember the day , and so many tears I have cried
I have cried before she and I met 
As a child , so many tears, left confused inside .

Not understanding Why , and how could we stand by and live our lives as if this never happened ?

It happened , we are left in dismay of the movies seen the accounts taken of History 
My self ..I have caught stereotyping the very people whom did this to she , the rest of her Family erased .

The white candles we light , we try and forgive , or just simply block this pain out completely.

It occurs , over and over , as it has been said History will repeat .
When thinking of my children , when I think of that little girl losing ,  cold and scarred , feeling only defeat .

There is a lesson here and I pray , that all whom have been taken from life , have no pain and are gifted spirits throughout eternity . May they be warmed with love,  and reunited with the ones they lost .

The first time I met her , her old hand I took and warmed it with mine , I held it for a long time . 
You could not,  but notice ..the Evil imprinted on skin , the Evil only to remind.
This very old Soul , in her eyes you could see . 
The child that once lived , so innocently free, not aware yet,  of the Hostility .

I speak of a Little girl, I speak of a old woman , I speak of a Jewish,  chosen Religion.

There as I held her frail , old hand  , a brand , a number stamped in Evil a long time ago .   In 1945  , once in our distant, yet Frightening  past . 

We should never forget , never forget it happened , never forget all the names .
If we do , we have learned nothing , A World living in Shame .
                                " Etta Babooshka Kofman  "

Details | Epic | |

Mommy Why

 Molested the first fifteen years of my life. My mother remained silent the whole time. As the molesting continued all those years. Forced to live a pretend life all my childhood. Beaten and punished every other day. For no reason other than being a child. After all this I figured I was a unwanted child. My mother couldn't love me abusing me. She brought me fancy expensive clothes every year. To cover up all her verbal, mental, and physical abuse. She tried to hide me from people, family and friends. So that they wouldn't see the embarrassing scars and bruises. Sometimes so bad I couldn't even go to school the next day. Or I would get into fights or act rude to get a suspension notice. That would have allowed my body to heal. One time I even tried to get ex-spelled. However, it didn't work. I only came home to more beatings. Her boyfriend watched and help hold me down on the floor as she would beat, and beat, and beat. Maybe this gave him a idea that it was ok to abuse me. Being that my mother was already doing it. Yeah! From the outside looking in my childhood was perfect. Every child wanted my seat. Name-brand clothes, shoes, computers, and almost every toy in the Jc Penny catalog. From the inside looking out I was screaming to get out. Scared, alone, abused, and still a child. So there was nothing I could do. I had no brothers or sisters at the time. All my family wouldn't believe me.No! Not him they would say, and did say at age fifteen I started getting older, and more developed. I had to put a stop to this. So after talking to some school friends. I decided to talk to my mother about what was going on.  So later on that night I called my mother in to talk to her. I had told her what had been going on. while she was a work, and out late shopping. She in return asked me  to draw a picture of his *****. As if she didn't believe me on the spot. What! I thought to myself. How could she ask me a thing like that? After one hour she finally called the police. I was brung in also for video questioning. I told them what had been going on  in the house while my mother was away. The police in return asked me "what took so long for me to tell" I replied" I was scared, alone, and threatened. I had no one in the house to protect me. From my mothers abusive ways. I thought people would tease me." The next question was to my mother.  The police asked "How could you live in the same house, and not know that your child was being raped?" My mother sat quietly and had no answer. So she got charged with neglect. My mother's boyfriend got charged with child molestation, and a few other things. I can't remember them all. After all that I was still scared, but finally free. Free to be a kid again.
    Awh, hell the relationship between my mother and I went down the drain. After trial  she hated me even more. Every day she was threatening to kick me out of the house. I was only sixteen so she couldn't just kick me out. Yet! She even got so angry at times. She went as far as not letting me communicate with my newborn brother.  She even told people to keep him away from me. That hurt me so bad everyday. I prayed to God everyday to soften my mother's heart, but it never happened. When I turned eighteen she finally kicked me out the house for real. With no place to go, no money , and no food to eat.  I ended up living with family and friends until she let me back in. I don't know why, but I thought things had changed. About a week after moving she called the police and told them that I was prostituting. Which was a lie. Thank God I didn't spend time in jail. Due to her lies and deceit. I never thought I would have to leave my own mother alone. However, after that incident that was my final decision. Sporadically I call her to hear her voice, and check on my brother. Unfortunately she never answers the phone. Her guilt for abusing me won't let her answer the phone.
    I moved to Albany, NY for a fresh start. A new beginning! There I met  more friends, moved into a brand new apartment, and fell in love. I wasn't expecting to fall in love, but I did. With a adorable, hot, and sexy Italian guy. For the first time my life was great, and I was happy. I even tried some plus size modeling, nursing, and I started self-publishing my writings. I was accomplishing things that my mother never encouraged me to do.
 After about four years I started feeling homesick . So I came back to Virginia. Wow! What destruction was happening. My whole  family fell apart. Nothing or nobody were the same. They all became police property. That was a sign to continue to stay away from them. Continue my happy life. Continue self-publishing my stories. Praying to God everyday. that I remain successful. This is a true story. Unfortunately it happened to me. From a mother who brung me in this world. Only to use and abuse me my whole entire childhood. Then pretend that nothings even going on.

Details | Free verse | |

Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Lost Boys

Little boy lost in echoes of his past.
Not knowing though never forgetting.
In things that linger in memories unspoken.
Lost and alone always foreboding thoughts.
Dreams of nightmares scattered across his mind.
Colors always dark and muted in a fog.
So many drugs on this lost highway.
Some days were filled with blue skies.
Most often then not colors of gray muted walls.
Bruises were a constant on wrists and ankles.
There is always that sinking feeling rising up.
Words and memories flashed through his mind.
It is a place of control except no control at all.
It is free reign here to do what is pleasing for some.
The mind can take you away from places you can't deal with.
He locked away secrets, deep inside, as he tried to forget.
As he watched the paintings on the wall changing forms.
As they took him places he longed to be, to forget things.
He did not want to see, dreams of nightmares and evil things .
As this boy never understood bringing to near death.
 When the song of the holy rang out in his ears.
He thought he had nothing in this life to fear. 
And in the end this lost boy slipped off to heaven.
Never to be seen again, with no one to cry for him.

3am  3/ 24/ 2012    I took the liberty of putting 3- 4 stories in one poem/ my X was a cop, and he told me a few stories of him & his team rescuing those boys .

Details | Free verse | |

Life is so precious, so hard to keep

Life is so precious, so hard to keep.
Daddy died, a baby were discovered.
Secretly growing in my young daughters body.

A mixture of all cultures, all races but my first chance at a legacy.
The clashes in the mixture were brutal.  
The blows were deep.  
The killing words, the verbal harassments, the evil projected onto white faces.  

A beautiful child, chubby cheeks, vibrant smile, loving nature searching to be accepted by those she loved.  Asking little with so much to offer.  

Oh how I love that child.  
I want to protect her.  
I want her to be safe.  
I want her to know that someone loves her unconditionally.  

But it is not about me..
She is now an adult...
I have no right to her business...
I can not save her life. 

 Whether this love can be transmitted over thousands of miles is the question.  
Whether she feels this love...and the love of God that can pull her through.  

My beautiful child. 
 Please find that strength. 
 Please recognize the beautiful person you are.  
Please live.

Details | Haiku | |

Child Labor

                    A child on the street
                           Begging for something to eat
                                      "Future's prevented".

Details | Couplet | |


Copyright © 2013

Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?

One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein

What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?

Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying

Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?

Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead

But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had

A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law

by: LP
edited: 7/30/13

Details | Free verse | |

Love And Pricks

I Love the elderly so full of history I love my generation who kept me a mystery I love the children who's future, now bright for I have died for them to capture the light for i understand pain more than ever once I released it the anger got better as it went away from the people and into my music without a single reason to prove it without a reason to let Love's light in I didn't, it found me and lesser I sin God and my father both let me know it would all be okay so very long ago even tho the road would be full of pricks even back then I'd tell them you can all suck my dick. -Bj Fard

Details | Free verse | |


Bombs explode.
Conflicts in night
CNN reports of terror. 
Lives being scrutinized
A blood bath
The colors are everywhere.
Scores of eyes look around scared.
The code is RED.

In desperation, stands a child.
His arm is bleeding.
He is begging for his life.
A blood bath lay before him.
His eyes are scared.
He hiccups and he was left there.

His colors of life are psychedelic.
He sees the code.
He freaks out.
He rolls around intoxicated.
He forgets for a moment himself.

A little girl hallucinates.
Her father and mother ran away.
They shouted to her, “Hide any place.
Your life with us is no longer safe.”
She seeks a hole under a shed.
The terrorist left her there.

The colors of life are a child’s demon.
In darkness, you can hear them scream.
Their parents give the code.
Once given, a child world becomes cold.

Infants are shot.
She died.
Her twin did not.
The terrorist left uninformed.
The clock ticked another baby's life - gone.

The colors of life are a child’s mourn.
They lives are forsaken by those grown.
In time of trouble, they must take care of home.
The colors of life are obligatory.
The code is BLOOD.

Details | Rhyme | |

Living Under The Weight Of A Label

The blind leading the blind, what is seen is how its heard
the thoughts that make the story are lost behind the words
do you see it as you view it, or take a deeper look 
do you read into the narrative or judge the cover of the book

Is the figure cold and dirty, the shell of what he's made 
or the unforgiven soul, that is waiting to be saved
does that body clad so poorly hold more than what is shown 
or just another mannequin, that has reaped just what was sown

Did you spare a dollar this morning or was your vision blind
or was that lonesome beggar just in the shadows of your mind 
you see that youth with his hooded clothes and jeans hung round his waist 
could he be a high school scholar or does his style not suit your taste 

That girl there, with the pushchair, yes she has a name 
does she love the child she carried, or did she play a foolish game 
And that solemn face behind the bars,the prisoner to his crime
Or the broken life held captive and the victim of a lie

That woman in the wheelchair, animated by expression
does she really have no hopes and dreams or are you too deaf to listen
that classy car, the modest tie, the briefcase at his side
is there a dark deceitful truth, buried deep beneath his pride

no life ahead with a dead end job, shoveling gruel from a grease filled tray
or the maturing child of a broken home, paying bills 'mum' couldn't pay
two babies need to find new homes, is it proof she couldn't cope
or could she not make the perfect life so instead she gave them hope

So they live on a rough estate, they're deviant thieving 'yobs'
and see their buttoned shirts and ties, they're private school 'snobs'
do you just see flecks of peeling paint, view this canvas as a whole 
or define each stroke of the artists brush that reach right to the soul

If opportunity played a fairer game and made judgement realise
then possibility could do its part, allow wisdom to remove disguise
yet with judgement passed and truth unseen, realisation is unable
to protect our children and ourselves 'living under the weight of a label'

Details | Narrative | |

Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay

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Daddy Don't

Knocked up knocked down
Beat up and pushed around
Things ain’t gonna be, gonna be
The way they used to be

Because I got an equalizer
I’ll knock you in the head
I got a tranquilizer that’ll put you 
Straight to bed

So daddy don’t 
Daddy do
Daddy don’t you do the things
You use to do

Knocked up knocked down
Beat up and pushed around
Things ain’t gonna be, gonna be 
The way they used to be

You can kiss my ass 
And the trailer good bye
Mama said you was less that 
Trailer trash

So daddy don’t 
Daddy do
Daddy don’t you do the things
You use to do

Sheriff come round and says 
Your bound to die if you keep it up
So save yourself and don’t come around
What is done is done

But I swear if I see you again
It will be at the end of pointed gun

So daddy don’t 
Daddy do
Daddy don’t you do the things
You use to do

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Are You My Daddy

Little child asks ~

''Are you my Daddy?''
A little child asks with large saddened eyes.

''No I'm your uncle''
The man replies.

''Are going to go away like my other uncles do''.

''No I'm staying I promise you''.

''Do you love my mummy', with all your heart''.

''Of course I do, we will never part''.

''Will you take me for a McDonald's. and to the Zoo''

''Of course!,' one day,' I promise you''. ( lie )

''Are you my Daddy?''
A little child asks with saddened eyes.........................................

...............................       ...............  .....

Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Jan.

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Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?

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He drives around, picking up girlz.
Proudly displaying his emoticon bumpertricker.
His vomitrocious personality,
hidden behind smiley face lie.
The master of snark,
with an old man's easy style.

Try not to look into those grue eyes.
His is a pretend wise with a fake smile.
He'll fill your mind with pretentious smog.
Your heart to clog, with consummating tobacco.
He'll blow smoke up your donkey,
from his corngobbed pipe.

Fifties fedora, a bodacious tie.
Hair colored in black dye, he wears a crisp white shirt.
Disguising inner dirt and devious smile.
Don't be blind, he's not worth a dime.
He'll leave you high and dry, you'll wonder why.
Why did you accept that ride?

Debbie Guzzi's Portmanteaus contest.

My word... Bumpertricker
My word ....Corngobbed

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you dont listen

you think I got listen to you, 
you just my kids father,
there noting between me and you,
it seem the words take you back to court is your favorite words,
get this Sheena Shenia Jackson isn't scare of no court system or even you,
its just a word that is there, 
so if you ask me you just things to make women scared im not scare of you like I use to,
I have became stronger and wiser, 
I have the Lord behind me, 
I believe in him very strong,
so if you want to bring me back to court lets do this now, 
you are just a man that God put on this earth, 
and I fear no man, no woman and no body, 
I am a King child forever,

by : Sheena Shenia Jackson 
May 23, 2013

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Self Knowledge in the Aftermath

I remember now. Something was heavy, a winged
dragon that refused to fly from my chest
My eyes were secret mirrors, or a doomsday judge.
I remember morning as a flighty horse,
or like a new school year,
that first careful sentence written on a page.
Time became a sequel. Roads were rootless trees
racing by - Fog an x-ray – the night, annoying as a fly.
I had a misconception and her assumptions followed 
every stray dog. I quivered hollow with a frantic yellow zest.
I ate from a dish of nutmeg.
I woke to the sound of dying frogs, impossible spiders
trapping rainbows in their webs, the nebulous orbit
of knick knacks in the room, my reach
too small for a mother’s heart.
Her seeds had such an element of surprise, her 
plum lipstick, the zing of frayed nerves
she mocked death with a cup of sunshine
she kept an artist’s palette - adding
color to existence
Too late, the impossible demand on angels
Each bitter thought the baroque decomposing
of an empty optimism
My keyless lock - emotion

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The Swan

The peaceful, humble beauty 
of a white lily drifting on reflective night
hums a sweet melody 
of contrasting light.

Trusting the darkness 
to be his throne
and the moon of loneliness
to crown his soft, unheard moan.

I watch from bushes of scorn
that mock him cruelly.
His fragile crest is pierced by the thorn
of rejection and bleeds its sorrows silently.

The rejected jewels of nature are mourning
for the king of the skies to raise his wings
but he can't see beyond remembering
and can't see past the thorn's stings.

Oh, scarred heart of grace,
spread strenght and flee with wild freedom
unto priceless solace 
away from this desolate kingdom.

Oh, jewel in creation's crown,
look not to stirred reflection
for it is mere perversion, a frown,
of the white rose of perfection.

Go now, leave behind only
a legacy of despised beauty.

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A Toy Brings the Ugly Me Out

He sits on top a dusty shelf;
his care when he showed none.
I think you gave me your
unwanted gifts.
And yet this
the only thing
you gave my family,
better than a beating.
I forgive you because
you are a fellow human,
but I hate you.
I hate how you remind me
that my family is jealous.
I hate how I have to hold
onto you; I don't want you.
You old, dusty,
boxed race truck;
I don't want you.

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Love Was Never There

BEFORE READING: Please note that this lyric has some mature content that some readers might find disturbing. Also read the side-note at the end of the poem before commenting...

My youngest memories was when I was eight.
Daddy would tuck me in on nights so late.
Gave me a surprise after every story.
Left the room and whispered he was sorry.

He said it was our little secret,
no need to tell a soul.
He said at night his love was lit
and he was in control.

Said I was beautiful
as my tears slowly streamed...

So much love to give it isn't fair
to keep it all to yourself.
I guess it was just the demons in you,
but love was never there

I barely stood four feet off the ground
as you said darling don't make a sound.
I was too young to understand,
what made daddy feel like a man.

Hearing footsteps in the hallway,
I pretended I was asleep.
Hid my face, and then hear you say,
"This will all just be a dream."

Said I was beautiful
as my tears slowly streamed...

So much love to give it isn't fair
to keep it all to yourself.
I guess it was just the demons in you,
but love was never there.

Wish I could believe you when you said you cared.
My heart was on my sleeve
and I kept it in all these years.
But love was never there.

Heart turned black as coal,
when the demons took your soul.
This is your choice to choose.
It was your own flesh you abused.

Made me believe this was special,
but a quick pleasure was your goal.
Took advantage of me,
now I'm older and finally see.

Images haunt me to this day.
Therapy don't make it wash away.
Wish I could believe you when you said you cared.
But love was never there.

NOTE: I just wanna have you know that is fictional. This has nothing to do with me or anyone I know. I happen to watch a great deal of Law & Order SVU and the stories they tell just get to me. I try to put myself in the shoes of the small child suffering from abuse... I'm sorry if I made anyone uncomfortable by posting this (unfortunately this isn't something out of The Twilight Zone... it's something that really happens).

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They'll never know

At the bus stop the other say brazen remarks
terrible things,from outside their hearts
The boy hangs his head,day's a bad start

As the little boy walks into the classroom
they call him dumb, stupid and a goon
the other kids point and laugh at him
they’ll never know how his life is so dim

In holy shoes he treads on the wet sidewalks
coat undersized and soaked are his socks
Greasy and pimply peers eye him like hawks
saying the next insult in their little talks

Father returns home and now things are worse
This boy -these children they live with a curse Dad punches, kicks and beats them bare 
and from behind mother’s eyes do stare

His brothers tease him he is a dud
This boy is hated by his family, his blood
So he decides he can’t handle anymore
He grasps his Fathers shotgun lying on the floor

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SINLESS EYES - a collab with Olive Eloisa Guillermo

SINLESS EYES - a collab with JAMES FRASER SINLESS EYES Nine solid months unto her womb is he, breathing and heartbeat they do as one. Carrying him safely, his husband sees, providing food and money his daily home run 'til the day his son pleas to be out in the sun. (always then his aim is to be a good guy) Though it will take a long long time, his son-- sinless eyes, no smiles, when the children cry... His son grew then unto the world he spree where he is exposed to gases, bombs and gun. Along the streets, he and others learn a key-- that learning curve adhere but some remains undone. Shoulders bruised, torn, from bearing a tonne, some lost souls wander, their life gone awry-- falling short to wonder later how it all began, sinless eyes, no smiles, when the children cry... Can later bestow some better decree, outlasting evil by following a model-- a nun? On returning to God by following thee, from this day, forward, man shall never shun to battles that last even 'til midnight sun. Answers possessed on the strings of whys and never again to ask for a hired gun. Sinless eyes, no smiles, when the children cry... Darkness is beaten, light has won! Wisdom now reached, cocooning the guy, a new day now welcomes another son sinless eyes, no smiles, when the children cry... ©O. E. Guillermo and J.A. Fraser 9:40 pm, December 01, 2014

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Little Angel

I was just a baby and not even one
look mommy and daddy, look what have you done

You hit me abuse me, even I was small
I'll never understand why you did that for

I was all in bruises, I was all in pain,
I was all beat up, again and again

I suffer neglect beating up, and more.....
to your little baby why you did that for?

You gave life to me, was the reason why?
Why you didn’t love me ? Why you let me die?

Wished to be somebody, do good things in life
but I had no chance I couldn’t survive

God took me to heaven God took care of me
as a little angel I am finally free

Free from the abuse, and free from the pain
Free from hitting me, again and again
Now I fly with angels in the sunny sky
And ask them with tears why I had to die?

I miss mommy and daddy, even they were bad
I’m not even angry,  I’m not even sad

Time will come one day they see me again
And then I will ask them if they can explain 

Why you didn’t love me, why you let me die,
Why you let me suffer? Will you tell me why?

Now I’m little angel I will never cry
Oh mommy and daddy, in such gruesome way
Why you let me die...

This poem is for beautiful baby BRIANNA, she died on July 19, 2002, 
from the hands of her parents and her uncle , she was only 5 months and 5 days old baby..... 
It's hard to hold tears to watch the video.......

At the same time it's for all the children suffering any kind of abuse....

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Cycle Broken

A child so alone
Loud ranting
The thunder rumbles.


The cycle continues.

The storms that rage through the young girl's ears
Becomes the rage that storms through her heart.

A child of her own
Quiet prayers
He calms the storm.


The cycle broken.

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Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954

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Here's to the deadbeat dads

All these years at home, me and my momma alone
Daddy on the run, headed for the sun, he must of been..
Because I obviously wasn't his sunshine

Growing up wishing you were there when I had something to say
But now it's on pause, just like I am to write this
There's no more fightin' it, I hate you daddy
And I love writing it

All the love and hate will come out, I'll be spittin' **** you
And failure out of my mouth. And when I stop talkin'
I'll be in a craze, glaring at him
With my hate my hate and rage gaze

I'll kick up my feet, scuff dirt in his face
Tell him I put weed and lines of cocaine in his place
And enjoy the disgrace upon his face
And tell him that it's his fault for tappin' out in the first place

Left alone in this world of demons
Trying to find my halo in this crazy maze
Raising myself, daddy left
And mommas worrying about her ownself

Life ain't always a perfect song, it skips and studders
Fear, something nothing can cover
My will is what I discovered, feelings uncovered
She starts thinking and wonders

Here dad, I'm gonna use brain
Yeah, I'm a smart ass
Seventeen years later 
And I'm pouring my heart out, at last

Making it my point, I'm taking off my mask
Getting it off my chest, and laying these demons to rest

But **** me and the way I lived
Playing dirty and not letting my emotions show
Couldn't find mine
So I stole someone else's halo

But used it as a frisbee and chased it to hell
Spittin' cards now with cruela di'ville
And I know you're here too, in this fiery hell
I'll find you
And the corner in which you dwell
And when I find you asshole
You won't be slithering no more
I'll take off you're scales one by one
Make you the one who's coming undone

Scatter your ashes on hells front door
Bye daddy, now I'm the one who's leaving
I'll shut it, make sure I slam it
Throw in a **** you and god damn it

God sure damned us alright
But don't worry, I'll be sleeping tight
Nightmares at night, no more
I found my heart at my core

Survivin', tryin'
Leaving this life behind 
And one last thing to the guy
Calling himself my ****ing dad
I'm better than you
And bull*****if I'm gonna let you haunt my mind

End of rhyme, I'm the one
Peacin' out this time.

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Guilty one
Capable of gross wickedness
A vile wretch
A scoundrel
A rascal
Unprincipled character

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Spirit unbroken

Dear loveless one

Your hatred may have left holes
in my emotions
and your fury unleashed scars
upon the spirit
you will never possess...
Even though your tongue dug my soul's grave
and your hands muffled my cries
and bound me in chains 
to sinking death as a child,
I kept on living for hope's sake.
You deafened my ears to joy's call
and love I passed by, oblivious
to its tender touch.
You blinded my eyes to the beauty
that was staring me in the face 
and stitched up my mouth 
to prevent your own shame 
escaping in audible screams...

Today my body rests in the ocean
and still you are troubled.
Why then?
You got what you wanted, didn't you?
You murdered your own flesh and blood
to compensate for your flaws.

You know... You know you can't run
from a past so dark.
You hear my daunting laughter 
and the endless pleading haunts you.

I grip your black heart frozen
and whisper, "Goodbye."

Spirit unbroken.

(A tribute to all abused children)

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Bahrain in Blood

Another example of Western hypocrisy,
Is Bahrain where they claim "Democracy",

A self-designed "Democracy" of dictatorship,
Which actually started from a pirate-ship,

In history you will find that some pirates,
Who were the robbery and theft laureates,

Through cheating, fraud and deception,
Killings, aggression and corruption,

They came into power to abuse everyone,
Before was with sword and now is with the gun,

They thought that their kingdom will last,
Because of their savagery, which is vast,

Did not imagine that they would be faced,
With people's protests and be disgraced,

And that the whole world will come to know,
About the truth of Bahraini Kingdom's show,

This show is about the killings and rapes,
Bodies with signs of torture and scrapes,

Children, men or women have no difference,
In receiving this torture for-instance,

They raid the houses with troops anytime,
And become altogether partners in crime,

The news are filled with photos of tortures,
But Western governments are just the watchers

They have no movement or any gestures,
Perhaps they're waiting to eat like "Vultures",

West have been playing "Divide and Rule",
Thats how they fight with this tool,

But they couldn't start a Shia-Sunni fight,
So they created "Takfiris" or "Salafis", despite,

Now they just sit back and enjoy the show,
Because they sowed this decades ago,

 O' Muslims! We must wakeup and realize,
Or we will, from earth, vanish, otherwise,

O' People of Bahrain we are with you by heart,
Every hurdle has a comfort in a part,

Even though it is Eid, tears are dropping,
As if the humanity is itself plopping.

Eid is a word for Muslims happy celebrations specially after Ramadhan. The Bahraini people are facing aggression and brutality of Bahrain's government forces since many decades. 

From the book "Take Your freedom" 2013
Available at

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We have had our ups, we have had our downs
Back and forths and all arounds.
We yelled at each other, both thought we were right
Once we even had a fist fight
Both made mistakes, but thats in the past.
You've grown up so beautiful, seems way too fast.

You deserve a man that has more respect.
I am your mother, your mine to protect.
When you called and I answered the phone,
I was worried when I heard your tone.
Sounded like you had been crying
I asked if he hit you...I knew you were lying. 

You got so defensive and ended the call.
I threw the phone and started to bawl.
I taught you to always be strong
Even when others think that your wrong
I will stand by your side with decisions you make.
Because I love you, even after the last breath I take.

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The Prayer

The Prayer

Still innocent but full of hate,		
their parents' death has sealed their fate.
Children soldiers with guns and swords,
helpless, I pray to you my Lord.

Deep scars crisscross their fragile form,
with the gang they did not conform.
Children beggars, their cries ignored,
helpless, I pray to you my Lord.

Young lives deprived and in despair,				
exploited, abused, there’s no care.
Children slaves, for their plight implored 
helpless, I pray to you my Lord.

Voices lost in the wilderness,
screaming out for some tenderness.
I want to put up Peter’s sword,
helpless, I pray to you my Lord.

Written by Ronald Zammit
Dated: 21.04.14

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sweet bitterness

It has been months that have passed 
Yet rage I still keep enclosed  within 
it embodies my morals , my happiness 
and fears. 

I haven't been able to escape it
I look in a mirror and see me trapped
frosty glass this Bitterness is my new 
reasons to laugh 

Why do they  have to add additional salts to 
 scarred tissue. Arent I already hideous enough 
what kind of ridiculous intervention would make 
me more brutal and relentless

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Street Kid

Mum an addict, Dad a drunk . 
Lost child starved of love, Living in hope .
So gentle, So young, Yet a street wise boy.
Its who you had to become.

Child so hungry, Child so lost….
Another child, lost in our system, Without hope,
Starved of love, 

Another child to be seen not heard, living in fear.
Dads violent, knocking him about, Bruised again.

Mum so numb, not even there, lifeless and stoned .
Our generation, What has it become .

Children of today . Lost In a world of human abuse .
Be it needles, Be it alcohol, Be it physical.
Be it sexual, Abuse it is, Cant you see?.
So many children, Suffer in silence.

No where to turn, No where to run.
Tears of fear , Stealing to survive.
Why is this so . Not enough can be done…

Too many ignore . Our lost children of today.
So lend a hand, Don’t ignore.
Help the street kids, Who’re trying to survive .

Give them hope, Somewhere to turn.
Listen to their silent cries of pain .
Help them out, When ever you can.
Don’t ignore,  Anymore .

Details | Senryu | |

Spilled Milk

spilled milk on the floor
blood trails off from broken glass
a child runs and hides

*April is Child Abuse Awareness Month.

Details | Couplet | |


               Hidden away by a Mother's love
	To the protective torture of the clergy glove
	Sentenced to a life of hell
	Before life began, the hammer fell

	Frightened children, black and white
	The dog yard coffin, the dark of night
	The stars looked down on naked flesh
	Scared eyes looked up through wire mesh

	Until the stars could look no more
	And the sun, it opened daylights door
	The demons woke and walked the halls
	The scream of silent “help me” calls

	No one hears their silent pain
	Or see’s the blood between the grain
	A nation’s fear of God above
	No one to hold, no one to love

	Finally a letter states
	We want them home, freedom awaits
	But where is heaven, where is hell
	Through their fear, they cannot tell

	Violence, drink and Daddie’s girl
	Wishing she could be a pearl
	All safe and snug, within the clam
	No one to fear, but who I am

	So, who am I and what’s my worth
	What’s my purpose, on this earth?
	I’m here to live, and one day die.
	I am me – myself – Just I

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Homeless food

                                              In a cipher of poverty
                                        These rich words postpone hunger
                                   Feed a famine
                               While a sole dies
                           I examine its corpse lying there
                     While I am elevated with the glue that killed it
                History made my days ugly
            Touched my pen to wrestle anger
     This bread I inhale repairs my lungs as I get glued on with a smile that makes me meet my maker in person
  Legalize the glue so I can sniff the truth
    Legalize the glue so I can sniff the truth

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Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group

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Somebody Hear Me

Blinded by experience & I mean lack of

Trapped in a neighbor-hood that feels like a cage

Isolated in my small room releasing tears & rage

Imagine life on the wrong side of a 9 or 12 gauge

Imagine momma getting money in shameful ways

Imagine me doing nothing wrong & getting beat for days

Imagine in the cabinets just sugar & Lay's

Imagine me only 10 wit more stress then grown men

Me born in this world thrown into sin

Imagine me wondering why my life is so different 

Other kids smile more why is my life so different

Clothes I don't have many & friends I have none

When Dad go to work all he takes is a gun

See Dad's not a solider & moms not a saint

I've seen good people so I know that they ain't

There just mom & dad 

I'm young & sad

Praying I get all the love I deserve and never had


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as God is our witness

     as God is our witness…

you told me you loved her
adored her
could see no beauty like her
worshiped her
would never hurt her

she was your queen
the greatest creation seen
then you changed
became deranged

cursed her
debased her
embarrassed her
raped her 
said you made love to her

like a mad dog
with the mange
you went and hit her 
forgot to remember
what I said 
‘bout gon’n up side yo head
that’s why you’re nearly dead
and I’ll gladly stand accused
of defending the abused

touch my baby a’gin
and ’om gonna commit a cardinal sin
take my case to the bench
plead the 5th and old testament

so you better look out boy
wallowing in your feigning joy
you better open your eyes and see
there’re a lot out here just like me
abuse our baby one more time
and  it’ll surely be your last crime:

as God is our witness
you need to start praying for forgiveness. 

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Summer Hill

The fragrance of a memory
From childhood long ago
I’m brought back
To a fenced in backyard
Crayola blue sky
Burnt umber ground
Islands of green and yellow grass
The scent of Summer Hill wafts 
As the unseen is revealed
A dream remembered then forgotten
You say it didn't happen
I recollect the aroma that says it did

Details | I do not know? | |

Human trafficking

Human trafficking is a world epidemic. An industry
where they kidnap vulnerable young children from 
the streets. They're robbed to be trapped in bondage.
Some are sold privately others are traded unseen to
a pile of vile drunken wealthy men. Most are girls but
few are boys and both are used as sex toys. Those evil 
perpetrators that pray upon them treat the innocent
kids as meat for them to sit and eat. Poor kids never 
asked to be born now they must pay it on their own. 
They never had childhood and the chance to know what
love is all about. At such young age their minds and 
hearts are  turned inside out and as they reach their 
teens their spirit becomes cold. Unable to find the will
to fight they accept been abused is their way of life. 
When will this inhumane act stop.

Dedicated to all the kids who got their life taken 

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Don't judge me until you've walked a mile in my shoes
Because these things don't just happen on the news
Going hungry and getting hit
Soul wearing down bit by bit
Angry hands raining down
I take it all without a sound
He beats me senseless
Doesn't even care that I'm defenseless
He lets men have me for a price
Tells me to smile and act nice
Be a dutiful daughter
Never let your emotions falter
I finally escape
Try not to think about the rape
I search all around
But God's nowhere to be found
I look forward to death
The moment I draw my final breath
I don't care about everlasting peace
I just want that final release

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Guns Don't Kill People

       Guns Don’t Kill People

Guns Don’t kill people
People kill people with kindness
Guns are evil
Guns kill guns
Psychiatrist treat themselves to candy
Nothing else, since fire arms are inanimate
Don't respond well to therapy 
Guns sneak up on one another in the night
They don’t use knives, poisons or potions
Train themselves on one another with their sights
With bullet certainty
To commit their crimes 
Gun One waits for gun Two in the dark
Both stoked to pull the trigger
Just then, baby gun jumps into action
Although it is a little pistol
limited experience in lethal explosive force
It fires on them again and again
Both senior guns are dead but really dead
It is not an illusion
You can draw your own conclusions
Don’t jump to them
And do so in your head
Bang bang

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Child Abuse-----Deserving Of Hatred

Child Abuse Domestic Violence Child abuse is more than bruises, While physical abuse is shocking Due to the scars it leaves, Not all child abuse is as obvious. Ignoring children's needs, Putting them in unsupervised, Dangerous situations, or Making a child feel worthless, or Stupid are also child abuse. Regardless of the type of child abuse, The result is serious emotional harm. Physical abuse is just one type of child abuse. Neglect and emotional abuse Can be just as damaging and Since they are more subtle, Others are less likely to intervene. While its easy to say that only Bad people abuse their children. Its not always so black and white and Doesn't only happen in poor families or, Bad neighborhoods. It crosses all racial, economic and cultural lines. Sometimes, families who seem to have it all From the outside are hiding a different story Behind closed doors. While abuse by strangers does happen, Most abusers are family members or Others close to the family. Child sexual abuse a hidden type of abuse. The use of praise or rewards doesn't Make children feel supported. It makes them feel evaluated and judged. In particular when praise is a technique, We have learned from a book or a seminar, It's likely to come across as false and contrived. Praise and rewards, like flattery, Can stink of our efforts to control And lose our child's respect. Focus the child on his/her own pleasure at achieving. Help him/her to self-evaluate. Children are born with an enormous desire to learn. __________________________________________ __________________________________________ Thank you for reading Chitta

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This is a poem about child abuse so if your against it please vote and comment thanks you and hope you like it.

Oh no daddy's home!
Where should I hide?
In my closet ,no that's where he found me last time.
Under my bed,no that's where he pulled me out by my legs and hurt my head.
My name is Kelly I'm only eleven.
My daddy come home from drinkin 
And gives me a beaten.
He blames me for momma leaven.
Oh no here comes graving me by the hair,I'm so scared...
Daddy please stop it hurts I yell ,but it don't help.He throws me and I hit the wall,where I fall.
Daddy I scream I'm sorry for momma leaven ,now I feel my head bleeding,but he doesn't tears tears fill my eyes I sit here and cry .
He pulls the blade out and sticks it to my neck,I try to plead for help,but can't breath as the blade this is it as I hit the floor,closing my eyes,I see the light.well at least daddy can't hurt me no more tonight. Ill be with momma in the sky.well I guess this is good bye as daddy just killed me tonight.i should have told someone he was beating me every night,but hey God wanted me right away.So as I take my last breath I just wanted to say,tell someone before its to late and your in your grave. 

Hey just wanted to say I cried writing this poem so I hope comment tell me what u think thanks and vote.

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Twin blood

How can i Rest!!!
How could you take a girl child from me
How could you forcefully take her
Shes only 6 years of age 
All she needs is a motherly care
Do not do this to her and her sister
Because they will never forgive you
Why keep them apart
Is it that you want me bordered
Well you can please yourself 
But justice comes soonest
There after you have lost it all
How can i rest without uniting the innocence
I will fight to the last blood in my vein
As i will never give up on them
Finally!i see you loosing them forever
The clock of  their freedom is ticking 
Silence! I can hear the voice calling....

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A Time of Terror

A Time of Terror – The Rwandese Genocide

A screeching sound woke me from my sleep, I looked around in fear and trepidation 
Sensing a lurking gaze in the shadows, beyond the room I slept in
Sweat began to slide down my brow,That night, the night I lost everything I have ever held dear to me
Years have passed, seasons have come and seasons have gone
But that night will never be erased from my neurotic mind, I look around in fear, that something like that will soon happen again, As I remember, I wished I had never been born a Tutsi
But when I saw what had happened to my Hutu friend Alasious,
I then wished I had never been born in Rwanda.

The night it happened, Daddy gathered us together and led us covertly into our car, our only means of escape
Suddenly our car jerked forward and stopped, my eyes widened as I realized what was happening
The Interahamwe leader stood by Dad’s window, his hand stretched out, seeming to ask for something, an Identification
When suddenly the man opened Dad’s door and called my Father out, mum trembled, my little sister sniffed and our baby snored.
For the first time in my life, I saw my Dad in tears, begging the soldiers to let his family go
My Mother couldn’t have any of it, she warned us to stay put and went outside
The soldier’s interest wavered from my Dad to my Mother, his eyes darkened with evil 
He pulled my Mother towards him and used his panga to cut the front of her dress
Right there in front of her Family, Mother was raped and later her head was chopped off
Like a confined goat, my Father couldn’t protest, because his legs had turned to stumps
And his hands were no more, the soldiers hadn’t noticed our existence yet.

The night came and we trekked through the swamps, seeking for refuge which we found at a Polish church, where a lot of Tutsi children were hid, the people were many,that same day, the Hutu soldiers came in, Armed with machetes,started hacking to death all the helpless children
They called us cockroaches and rats, they had no mercy but we could see the satisfaction they got.
After their murderous barbaric act, we waited, waited for what, we didn’t know,
I looked at my sister, her look was blank and lacked any emotion, and her little mind had taken in a lot
I looked in space and prayed with hope that there was a bright future for this little mind and heart.
Because the memory of that night, will forever be seared on the minds of the victims that had survived the years of The Rwandese Genocide.

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Please don't hit me again

I'm begging you, please don't hit me again.
I'm not able to defend myself, I'm only ten.
Please don't hit me again, it hurts both physically and emotionally.
I don't deserve to be hit and if you were in my shoes, you'd agree.

My emotional scars can never be removed because of what you've done.
You've been a terrible father but I haven't been a terrible son.
Please don't hit me again, your blows bruise my body and make me bleed.
Being taken out of this house and put in a foster home is exactly what I need.

(Even though this is a fictional poem, many children are victims of child abuse. If you see a child being abused, please do what you can to stop it.)

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My Dear Son

Dear son, I feel your pain, I feel your hurt
your so-called father treats you like dirt.
He’s abused you and caused you so much pain
it breaks my heart, I feel insane
knowing it’s my fault he’s your dad.
I wish I’d left him long ago, maybe if I had,
I could’ve saved you pain and heartache.
I should’ve been stronger for your sake.
Please forgive me for failing to protect you.
Forgive me son, for taking his abuse too.
I should’ve stood up to that hate-filled man,
if only I knew then that I can…
I CAN make it on my own, I CAN
protect my kids from that evil man.

You were my first born and brought me so much joy.
You had the cutest smile as a little boy.
I’m so sorry your dad turned your smile to a frown,
he stole your joy, beat you and put you down.
I’ve tried to make up for all the abuse,
but at times I feel like it’s just no use.
That man has damaged you beyond repair.
Seeing you so hurt, I cry to the Lord in despair,
“Lord, please help my son, take away the pain,
let him see that he has so much to gain
if he just gives his broken heart to You.
You will heal it and make it brand new.”

Son, you will have brighter days
I’m here for you and love you always.
God is with us to get us through
the hard times and heartache too.
All I ask is for your forgiveness
and you will see your life God will bless.
He will give you peace of mind,
joy in your heart you will find.

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Rush afternoon at 3 o’clock 
In the corridor
Near the saloon, 
Mini skirted, tinted braided hair
Painted lips,
Blushed cheek bones
Heavy mascara eye lashes
Uniform and books wrapped up
Hidden in a hole in the wall
She is thirteen 
Trying to look twenty
Leather jacket and high heeled boots
From where she got
God only knows

Looking at the posh cars
Passing by rich guys
Her eyes telling tales
No one really cares
She is looking around with fear
Around the corner a flabby woman
Staring like a vulture
Spying on a dear’s carcass
Once she finished her mission in the morning
Has to remove her makeup in a rush 
Rub the crushed uniform with her palms
She has to be back in the school desk
How she focuses her sleepy head 
God only knows

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Child labour

Child labour
He is just a boy 
Not yet a man

She is just a girl 
Not yet a woman

He need to grow with care
Not to trade on the street

She need grow with care
Not a prostitute on the street 

He is too young to be a bread
She is too young to be send to 
Marriage at age of 12

Why the hard cored on this 
Innocent soul in places

Like boldly and clearly
Is much well seen on 
The so called third world
Beyond the third world as well

As doe some profit while 
The innocent grief
For as a slave is as 
Child labour

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Mothers Fury

What indignation hath a mothers fury
for one who illl-uses her own
Manipulation delivered obscurely 
In speech or in deed intoned

Upon such one her wrath will rain
foiling their plan of ill gotten gain
no hope for the fool who does such things
who causes a mother to see her child pained

"Livid" much too mildly expressed
for the rage wielded razor sharp
especially when it comes from the one
she once tenderly gave of her heart

One thing more I will say
take heed and mark my words...
better you disappear with all your shame
then to face her and the hatred you've earned

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***AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you are the sensitive kind, or if you get offended easily, or are not able to read topics that are extremely emotional and hard to take in, DO NOT READ THIS POEM!!! I do not sugar-coat anything, I won't apologize for whatever poem my heart decides to spit out.***      

Dear Jesus 
I know it’s been a while 
The last time we talked I guess I was crying 
But not tonight you see 
Tonight I’m asking you to hear me... 

Dear Jesus 
Please let daddy be too drunk 
Please let him pass out on the couch ‘til we see the sun 
I hate it when he comes around 
My bed still reeks of his funk 
Just like that night 
When he fell asleep on top of me 
And the mattress sunk 
I had to hold my breath 
It was like I had sex with a skunk... 

Dear Jesus 
Please wake momma up 
She’s been sitting at the kitchen table for days now 
With her marked wrists and her head down
I wonder if her white friends did it 
They always knock her down 
I tried moving her but her body hung 
I wonder if she’s well 
She’s starting to smell 
Daddy doesn’t know 
Every time I ask him I end up with a broken nose 
No daddy doesn’t know 
He knows how to unbuckle his belt 
And tell me to... 
Blow job? Is that what it’s called?...

Dear Jesus 
Who’s this knocking at my door? 
I guess he’s coming back for more
But I refuse to cry like before 
I only have one last prayer to go
Before I open up this door... 

Dear Jesus 
If sleep ever comes to me tonight 
Please don’t ever let me wake 


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The Domestic

An exit sign casts its red glow on steel doors that line the hallway,
Their numbers barely visible in its light, the only light.

From 302 comes the sound of conflict,
The loud voice of Anger and the muffled sobs of Despair.

A knock below the numbers mutes Anger and Despair,
Allowing the cries of Innocence to be heard.

Beyond the door, what remains of love watches from frames on a wall,
At its own inescapable demise.

And from a corner of the room, Innocence cries through guiltless eyes,
That are filled with fear and confusion.

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Fading Young

As a child I was blind 
Weak of power
And sentence to every whim
I kept silent, for I was told never to speak
My voice grew weak and soft
Then my mind became apart of what was wrong
I never noticed the changes my mind had made
I didn't realize that the scerect I kept was bad
I never saw it as wrong
It seemed like something that was apart of my life
But it was actually something I should have disowned in my  life
I grew to understand its wrongs
And now the past me is,
Fading young

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Ashley's Secret Halo

Every time I want to hide an angel holds my hand tells me how it will be alright its all part of his plan he now needs me to be tough more now, than ever before he sent forth his bravest angels off into the darkness their halos soar looking for hurt children or mice of men holding back tears for no fear of dying almost a sick twisted pleasure towards why do I stay where I am not wanted I need to be needed an angel can see this as she takes my pain away with her compassion a losing emotion known like only she would for in his place, just maybe she had often stood and now has the eyes to understand the ugliest side that hides in man

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Anorexic Angel

Hello old friend,
I see we meet again.
It’s hard to purge the hate
And binge the beauty—
I’ve worn these metaphorical 
And trekked the span of a 
So you can’t escape the truth.
Grinding fears may gnash you,
Haunting demons may trap 
But I will never harm.
Look in my eyes to see the 
That you’ve let go to your arm;
Now that you’re here,
Let’s have a talk.

She was God’s gift to man,
Women too you might say.
When she looked to the night,
It would always part it’s way
So she could walk in the grace 
of day.
Her beauty breaks all simile,
And no metaphor could 
Let me show you her with 
For she would resonate in the 
Shining bright like the moon.
Opaque whiteness cascaded 
Ripples of the human genome.
She was an angel.

I watched her every day
With some brutish envy;
She, to me, was confidence 
A bright beacon of wonder
Or a whimsical whimsy.
She would walk with perfection
Riddled into every step taken.
And even though it was 
She would walk with me.
We became the blood of life,
The elixir of friendship.
I couldn’t breathe without 
Without hoping she was alive.
Because when you love a friend
Like I loved her,
You would die to see them live.

Yet something changed in her,
It grew dark like a possessed 
Poisoning her heart with 
The disease took her soul first,
Before coming to claim her 
A body that never needed to be 

Have you ever watched a friend

She became so lost;
A ship on stormy waters.
Oh, how I tried to show her to 
the shore,
A translucent lighthouse with 
no light.
Her soul was bleached from her 
Her bones like dust beneath the 
The story shined on the body 
No longer belonged to her,
And a critic with gross morality,
I was forced to read.
I saw ignorance and bliss,
Pain and compassion,
Hope and destruction,
Truth and repulsion.

I couldn’t believe that she was 
dead and gone,
Words from a wordless song.
I was left in the darkest hour,
Holding her empty and cold 
While the world watched and 
They always judged and never 
Never bothered to look her in 
the eye
When they were the only 
reason she had to die.

My angel had fallen,
Like rain or like snow. 
She was magical,
But she had to let go.
I think she might say it was 
worth it,
But you be the judge now my 
Should you continue on the 
You may meet the same end.
Angels fly and fall,
May the truth give you wings.

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A tiny waist
Imaginary breast

Don't deflower her

Give her book
Not dick

Care for her lessons
Not her menses

Send her to the classroom
Not your bedroom

Give her book
Not dick

She needs literacy
Not early pregnancy

Not ejaculation

A sense of honour
Not prolonged labour

A better future
Not vesico******l fistula

A pen is all she needs
Not a ***** nor kids

Save the girl child's pride
Don't make her a bride.

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Dirt and Stones

The dirt and stones around his feet
Encrust the child’s skin
With tears creating smears of pain 
Upon his fragile chin

He looks and begs for scraps of food
From every passer by
But they don’t see the small still child
His hand a reaching cry

For those who do not hear this child 
They stride along life’s path 
Their souls encrust the dirt and stones 
With hearts that seek life’s wrath

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A slave to his passions
His cravings, longings
In the panties of little girls.

His daughters’ mates
He gathers, mates
Discard like uses wares.

He’s here, there, everywhere
About to tear
Another girl, I fear!

Hunt him down!
Bring him down!
Save the belles of our town!

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Nightmares of a past

Nightmares of a past I wished was long forgotten
Haunting my every waking moment again and very often
A mere child, jump ropes and swings were my delight
No knowledge of these things, that were for adults at night
Awakened from a childlike slumber, only to be touched and
Become so encumbered, fondled by the most immoral, corrupt
And vile man I will ever know.  Family he was Supposed to be,
a horrible nightmare he had become to me.
For a long time it was as if it never transpired,
I thought it was wiped away from my mind, forever to be left behind
But deep in the dark recesses of a brain so mired
A place always avoided, it has became quite glaringly clear
That I couldn't break free from the violation of that year.
To this day over forty plus years, my thoughts always become full of sorrow,
Anguish and anger for that little girl and the sadness that would follow.

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Blinded by the Lies

I looked up to you
only to be shot down by your soul
I was blinded by the lies you told me
Blinded by the truth they hid.
I thought you were my one and only, 
the other half of my life...
But you did those things to hurt me.
Life was the murderer,
But you were the bullet that drove deep into my heart,
That i will never forgive,
And i slowly ripped it out
But you will forever stay in.

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Give Up Baby

            Give Up Baby

Child is caught in cross-hairs of divorce
Playing with bricks and rocks about the sand box lot
Courts treat custody as normal policy and procedure 
Dismiss it as nature taking course
And baby suffers from their negligence and force

Dad, no power in his hands, steps in when he is summoned
The choice is simple as can be
He must be hard on himself, give up his humanity
To gain the favor of the courts
And suffer in humility or give up baby

                                                                                          6/26/14 Hard Choices contest

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Goodnight Kisses

There is a monster under my bed
with its big, bulging eyes it snarls at me
until I withdraw my head from the side of the bed
and pull the covers up over myself.

There is a monster in my closet
with its wet, frothing mouth it hisses at me
until I shut the doors so I can see it no more
and tuck myself back in to bed.

There is a monster outside my room
with his beer in his hand he approaches me
until he is done and he believes he has won
and I cry myself back to sleep.

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It must have been numbing
A city surrounded and skeletal people
Falling on the pavement and
The boy – who can anyone forget him-
He had stolen potatoes in the field
And the guards made him drop them
His spuds rolling in the street
And soldiers laughing kicking them around
Food for his family.
Some pictures stay with you forever
Truth cannot be eradicated.

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Abuse of an Child

A little lonely child stayed to himself all the time.
He never smiled, not even a grin.
Gossip around town, is that he’s an abused kid.

The child’s parents got divorced.
The father got custody of the child.

The father started drinking booze.
The source of that led to, a slap here, and a hit there.
The father also called his mother a whore.
Screams could be heard, but was ignored.

The people at town talked how the father was worthless,
and a good-for-nothing slime ball, but they still refused
to admit or accuse the father of crime.

He was a well know hard working man. Just because him being
that didn’t mean they should let the abuse of the child go. 

The kid was a good smart child. He always did his chores.
In school he was a straight A student.

The child was carrying many bruises that would make a
grown man cry.

On that very day an angel appeared giving news to the child.
That he didn’t have to be scared or alone anymore. I’m your
guardian angel. I will protect you not only at good times, but 
bad times too.

The child smiled, and said, Thank You God, for the guardian angel
you sent to me.

The child laid there covered in blood. Looking up at his guardian

The angel said fear not don’t you hear sirens are coming, help will
soon be here.

Then a tear rolled down the child’s face.

The child’s father fought the law, but this time he lost.

The child’s in a good home now. He’s starting a new life. He’ll never 
have to endure abuse or booze anymore.

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UN report... invisible victims

...In my country children die... 
not of war...for soiling, their pants, they're beaten, until 
they stop breathing... 

...spiritual distance... 

...the forgotten on a file... 
the authorities in denial... 

...under the rug, is full... 

no one can save the tiny 

...not a shiny knight... 
not a parent, a friend... 
a neighbour no one here to defend, 

domestic war zone, family violence 
the authorities document report, 
file it under abuse statistic... 

...too hard basket, cycle of abuse 
runs wildly rampant... 

...with little recognition of their 
trauma entrapment... 

...the screams, the cries, no more 
mum! ...please no more dad! 

...the welts, go away, the feeling, 
the damage always stays... 

...cries fallen on deaf ears, 
...many don't care. 

Teletext Page 128 03 August 06 
...the UN reports, NZ child abuse 
slammed, our child agency under 
resourced, ad hoc small scale... 

...our childs lives, reveal an ugly 

UNICEF report claim domestic 
violence is common in NZ... 

...most people know a child who 
is witnessing violence in thier 
own home... 

the dark secret, of a family...with 
violent undertones... 

be aware, some one out there... 
take charge, if you suspect report 
don't neglect... 

don't turn your back, you could 
save a childs' life that's a fact... 

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child mother

her empty eyes
stared at the full
ness of her womb

she the child
she the mother:

twelve is such
a gentle age

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 being born
life is torn
no chance to dance
thoi there name 
on file
its a

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Ode to the Baby Mama

Within the wolves’ den, the women menstruate together as one. Bleeding and screaming. Hatred from nothing. The succubus has dreams too. Consuming all, hunger never ceases. The tentacles from inside their wombs reach out grabbing at your pocket book. You are now a part of the hive little drones, work till you die. Don't speak, for you can never out scream the mother beast. That all knowing oracle of man's despair. The wolves den breeds filth, Filth breeds filth. Your skulls’ added onto the collection above the fire place mantle.