Peace Child Abuse Poems

(Lights dim, single spotlight illuminates the speaker, dressed in simple attire. Voice starts trembling, building in intensity)

Can forgiveness mend, a childhood, 
fractured in the dark?...

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Thank you God
That I’m always a student
I abhor
The slaughters of the babies
Toddlers were killed dead
Young boys and girls were shot dead
Pregnant women were stabbed dead
That’s...

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I am skin, I am bone
My vessel all alone
My heart, it is broken as it stays inside it’s tomb
Breaking Through, breaking out
Well, it’s all I...

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Ask me about me and I will tell you about me, ask me about me and I will satisfy your curiosity. You walk around the...

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In shadows deep, where childhood fears reside,
A father's wrath, a son's tormented life,
A torrent of abuse, a soul's despair,
A question lingers, heavy in the putrid...

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My wretched soul so twisted by self doubt,
malingered on false words and fragrant lie.
Through turbulence and ever-endless drought,
in hushed distress, my inner child did cry.
Yet...

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Our beautiful children are dying
In Africa, Europe, the Middle East
Asia, the Americas,
And in every projects where there is no peace.
Our black children are dying
For lack...

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Never thought I'd live long enough to see a holocaust.
A holy slip of land whittled into a divining rod for carnage and death.
The footsteps of...

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Three states
in five hours.
Maybe we’ll stop somewhere nice
like a KOA campground.
A kid can hope. It’s hot and it would be great to go for a...

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A cage not of your making
your own expiration date

Your mother branded you with it
and made you wear it even to date

It was announced at family...

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It startled me awake, screaming raw obscenities
Blaming me for something I did when I was five
Before bed, we reverently spoke prayerful entreaties
In the morning hours,...

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From my abuse cast by tormented darkest nights, 
My childhood danced to my stepfather's cruel delight.
By burning my finger's and using broom handles.
Abuse's tendrils wove...

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Trigger warning, in remembrance to one ending their own life and losing their battle. 

When it softly rains 
I can't help but think, what gentle...

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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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I remember,
Waking up by the alarm clock,
Hearing the sound of the door's knock,
To get up and gather courage,
Of shattering my comfortable cage.

I remember,
Reaching the school's...

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