Water Child Abuse Poems

Sold

To be sold by the people
Who were supposed to love you
To be sold at 
Just 9 years old
For alcohol and laughs 
To be sold 
Day...

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Descending from the Himalaya’s during the intense cold , innocent icicle lacked the knowledge of freezing, 

Escaping down the narrow lane of frosty creeks and...

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Standing upon the roof top,
watching her brothers walk to school,
Rekha reminisces about her playground,
full of childhood innocent smiles.

A sole kite decorated in orange and red,
floats...

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(It's really hard to ignore the videos of the injured kids... It really is heart wrenching) 

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And then the night turned red
And screams were...

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He layed me on the snow. My backside was freezing, the hard chunks of snow overwhelming my body like prickling needles. He pulled my pants...

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nobody sees you the way I do
in your wheelchair
with your unopenable arms
where everything crashes to a gray twisted landscape

my brother
alpha male
of demon strut clashes
in our...

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Blood! My blood, your blood, our blood running in this place,
No name to tell a story, just an innocent face.
A mother’s voice echo with the...

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Ill comply, ill apologise, im ing tired
I’ll hold your hand in mine, resigned, fingertips when i dont exist
Palm to palm on a good day, a...

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This guy personally i don't know
Yet he's airing the film tinsel town
Pushed low..' So if? on anything else
I don't agree, its not this account
That he's...

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Reflection

I looked into the mirror
And saw the life I'd led
Before
Each memory a tiny ripple
In the water we simply call 
Life
No matter how many times
I looked...

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My grief sits unopened
In a box with the rest of my childhood things
And every time I pull at the yellow satin strings
I'm reminded of why...

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Gingerbread red
Poem started may 24, 2022

Blood marks the spot
Just follow the red dot 
Let’s play a game
I don’t think it has a name 

X marks...

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In the middle of the night I ran myself a bath.
I sat on the ledge with my feet in. 
I sigh as I look down...

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it's about to hit midnight.
I'm in the bath crying. I'm crying not because the cuts 
I just made sting like mad as I hit the...

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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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