Prayer 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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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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I STOOD YOUNG AND ALONE
NO ONE TO TONE
BEATEN AND ABUSED
UNSURE AND CONFUSED
NO ONE TO CALL
STAY HIDDEN AND SMALL
WHY WAS I BORN
TO BE TATTERED AND TORN
JUST...

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Pieces

I gather things I thought were important, 
that don't seem quite that way anymore. 
There are pictures of the past, 
and lists of goals for...

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repent
with sackcloth and ashes
turn back
to prayer in schools
skeleton phalanges off our youth...

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A Child’s Prayer

Beneath the covers he did lie.
With his head covered he did cry.
He begged the lord to let him die.
As tears would fall from...

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Cheated

Why does one child walk, 
another talk, 
while still yet another 
will say nothing
the rest of their life? 

How much loss can be endured?
How many...

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Safety in Hand

The raven calls my name, 
and I am afraid to answer. 
He will know all about me, 
even if I do not know...

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My village was dusty and burning
Everyone was screaming and running
I stood dumb in the chaos, my eyes rolling
Tried to listen out for mother’s calling

The noise...

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Winnie, wild-eyed, went insane
and sang “Happy Birthday” in the rain, 
while she washed away her bloody pain.

Now all day long she sings that song,
she sings...

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Shadorma Form:

Turning tides
know nothing of my
nightmares, still
they seem to
manifest them every day;
reality’s stage.

Each rolling
wave, playing out its
scenes with such 
vigilance
so as to traumatize me
again and...

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Let my offender have full remorse
as he watches 
his own daughter grow.
Let her never know
what he did to me.

Let sorrow
pierce his heart like an arrow.
Let...

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You are the first thing 
I think of when I wake. 

The sky outside is blue, 
But I pray it is bluer for you. 

If...

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Step into the world of a crazy
Marshmallows aren't what they seem
 clouds in 3d float in the sky
giving the impression that evil  will happen.
Flat...

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My Mama never cleans the house; 
she lets the dirt pile high.
The cockroaches and other bugs 
are always crawling by.

The refrigerator is empty 
and the...

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