Summer Child Abuse Poems

Drink the poison from my blood, breathe the rot from my lungs.
Take all that has been decaying inside me and nurse it to health like...

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The sticky summer heat lingered on my skin,
Much like your hand on my leg.
As my feet swung back and forth, I tried
Not to look at...

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A sleepover 
Hooray
My sister and I
We pack light
a small bag each

It's been 3 days
I am out of fresh clothes
I miss my toys
Can I go back...

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“Santa Anna Wind”.   

                  © London...

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If ever I had to have a country victim of pedophily-LXXXV

(Note : Fresh disclosures from the Catholic Church on the subject
made public by protesting Mothers...

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“SUMMER”



Where 
has Summer 
gone?

The world 
has lost 
Summer

Sweet 
little 
dream

missing 

all those other 
beautiful  
small dreams 

seen as toys
small and 
inconsequential 

casually tossed aside,...

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What Good Are Our Tears?
by Michael R. Burch

What good are our tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is our concern
to a child...

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I am a town kid 
A white faced kid
A lonely kid

Face pressed up against the glass
Watching, listening to other kids playing 
Knowing my shoes and...

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When the greatest sights were those of lightning bugs on hot summer nights            ...

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Urban Jungle Blues

I am a survivor of the urban jungle!
Where walking in fear was a daily struggle.
Angry, violent, hostile people on mass 
transportation.
Cussing, spitting and...

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Picking Okra was Before Child Abuse
or
I'd Rather Eat a Possum
By: Tom Wright
8/5/00

Layers of clouds lay overhead,
perhaps a summer rain.
Though tempted to denounce,
as a child, I...

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Fractured prisms reflected the light as blood her apron,                ...

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The big house filled with graveyard silence.
Not even the creaks of the floor boards disturb,
Even the wind is a soft whisper inaudible to the human...

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As the Pied piper, when the first circus came to town              ...

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I remember Christopher Robin
When helping Pooh find honey
Was my biggest problem
I remember the blustery days
We trusted each other in every way

I remember When we helped...

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