Boyfriend Child Abuse Poems

I WAS ABUSED BY MY MOTHER AND HER BOYFRIEND AT THE AGE OF THIRTEEN, THIS POEM REFLECTS THOSE HARDEST MOMENTS FOR ME. THEY RAN OFF...

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What if the incessant torture didn’t happen
so many dark times, but it’s unimaginable
for you to comprehend isn’t it?

No one knows, the tragedies that left me
so...

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First my grandma's boyfriend molested me for three years so sax was nothing new to me.After that Bobby Joe Long Dik kidnapped me.He ordered me...

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What if the incessant torture didn’t happen so many dark
times, but it’s unimaginable for you to comprehend isn’t it?

What if there wasn’t such violence against...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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My best friend got raped by a man she knew
He covered her mouth and whispered in her ear and then he came inside her
Now we...

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Never again
Never again
Never again, not again
Will I let my love go on
And never, no, no never ever
Will I give myself up for abuses of me
then...

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I was beaten into silence as a young
child from my father's brutalizing rage
and psychological torture.

When I was 5, a man exposed himself, to me
I ran...

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Every word you say 
Plays on repeat every day
Black eyes and busted lips 
Are so much easier to forget
The love
The hate 
The lies
The hows
The whens...

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Mom, why did you bear me?
And dad, why did you seed?
Is this all to display,
Your violent relationship,
Quarrel together for silly things;
Why you pulverize own frutex,
Under...

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Hey Ma! Look what I can do without you!
I can make friends,
I can get into fights,
I can ride my bike,
I can color,
I can meet the...

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Please mommy don't leave me here.
He's standing there holding a beer.
I'm crying as she walks down the stairs.
Never looking back as if she doesn't care.
He...

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8 years old and friends with reality
Lost my innocents at a time that was too early. 
And though I was always afraid of the night,...

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The Switch-blade

Her past had begun to fade.
She really wanted it to; somehow.
Then the memories came back like a sharp switch-blade.

First was her father- who never...

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