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Raped

Lost Innocence Anonymous
Looking back on a time and place,
Seeing a child's innocent face.
Knowing that things aren't as they appear,
For inside I cry silent tears.
Deep inside, I am filled with pain,
I feel dirty and full of shame,
Innocence lost at a very young age,
Locked me in a pain filled cage.
There is no freedom or escape,
From the fact that I was raped.
While the guilty man is roaming free,
I am sentenced to eternity,
Eternity locked away with all this shame,
I can't help but feel that I am to blame.
Even though common sense says
it was not my fault.
I can't seem to help from having these thoughts,
What ifs keep running through my mind,
I keep going back to those moments in time.
If there isn't something I could have done,
Why didn't I scream, or at least try to run.
Fear kept me frozen to the spot,
While this man did what he should have not.
Shame and fear made me keep the silence,
Kept me from telling anyone about the violence.
The thing that is shocking beyond belief,
Is that I could not get any relief.
The same thing happened again and again,
the first one was just how it began.
More than one man did his worst,
None of them caring about the child they'd hurt.
After the first time,
was it easy to tell.
Was it my pain and shame they could smell?

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Jail January 5th 2011

My name is Kalie Jo-Ann Stevenson & I'm grateful to be alive. As I sit on this cold piece 
of metal, they call a bed, I cry so many tears for I'm torn, hurt, betrayed & losing my 
only mind I've ever had. This feeling of hurt is so strong. Overwhelming. I look behind 
me & see a window only 3 inches wide. You can't see out of it. I look around me & all I 
see is these 4 walls closing in on me. Suffocating. A sink with no handles, a toilet to be 
shared by your cell mate. No privacy. Only Insanity. How does one survive this? How do 
you keep from going insane? All you can do it think or sleep. Even then, you can't sleep 
because your mind is racing a million miles an hour. I want to escape. I've been 
wrongfully incarcerated. I'm the Victim. I don't belong in a cage like this..I feel like a 
caged animal with no future of being free of this, free from the hurts inside, free to be 
my own person, free to just be ME. I feel like I have no control over my life. As if 
someone is using me as a puppet; pulling & ripping my strings left & right.. I hear 
screaming & try to block it out. People have lost their minds. The screams & cries are so 
piercing to your ears that it seems as though, all the screams & tears are from yourself, 
but they're not. You'd like to do the same but if you do, you shall be punished for it. Life 
is not Free. Life is not your own. People, government; they control your life, without 
even the slightest chance to let you speak on your behalf. What happen to freedom of 
speech? I miss my man & my daughter.. I'm crying uncontrollably.. Why me? My entire 
life, I've struggled to stay alive & for what? To be kicked to the curb every time I finally 
let someone in? To continue my Life being mistreated, used & thrown away as if I have 
no feelings? Am I ever going to catch a break? I want all this to be over but it shall 
continue, at least another week or so..Then I shall be sentenced..

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Cutter's Lullaby

Go to sleep and close your eyes,
And dream of broken butterflies
That tore their wings against a thorn,
You know the pain that they have endured.

Silver metal,
shine so bright, 
Scarlet blood
that feels so right.
Dream of the blood trickling down
and wake up just before you drown.

The moonlight shining off
your tears as you bleed out your worst fears.
So tonight when you start to cry,
Whisper the cutters' lullaby;

Hush a bye baby,
you're almost dead,
you don't have a pulse and 
your pillow is red.
Your family hates you,
your friends let you bleed.
Sleep tight with a knife,
cause it's all you'll need.

Rock a bye baby,
Broken and scarred,
You didn't know life would be this hard.
Time to end the pain
you hid so well,
And down will come baby,
straight back to hell....

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Foster Care

Foster children move from place to place,
with memories that walk the night alone.
Nor is the love their's that they must embrace,
Yet most survive with a paculiar grace.
Even though their hearts turn to stone
as they move from place to place,
Perhaps within themselves, they find a space,
To furnish as they would a mobile home.
Finding scraps of things they can embrace,
A memory like some much fingered-lace.
Thoughts and reams that only they've known,
Moving as they do from place to place.
Their chilohood impossible to trace,
In the years of yearning after they've grown,
Filled with love they've chosen to embrace,
yet with their losses etched upon their face,
Pain for which no penance can atone.
How can they move and move frome place to place,
Surrendering their love they must embrace?

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The End

I feel like it's the end of my life,
As I take this knife close to my wrist,
I think why, 
why do I do this?
I've got to do this!
No time to waist.
As I draw the knife to my flesh,
I cut slowly,
moving the knife back and forth.
As blood comes to the surface,
My pain slows down,
the pain and agony.


[Written at 13 years old]

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Dad

I hate you, Dad, for what you did
to me when I was just a child,
A helpless thing whom you could beat until
the excess anger was drained.
To me, when I was just a child, 
You were God unmerciful,
until the excess anger was drained
And you were once again my friend.
You were God unmerciful,
And I was Satan, Lord of hell.
A helpless thing that you could beat,
until you curdled my love.



[This was written as a child- I was 12 years old. I don't hate my dad though. Those 
were just the feelings at the time i wrote this]

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My Vow To You

Here in the cathedral of my heart,
In the time we are given,
there, here and now,
we stand as one,
You are my hope and heart.

In the long arm's of morning's first light,
as the music of our new life begins,
your hand in mine makes everything right,
you are my breath and my life.

In the warm, soft rain of your love,
As if in answer to all I have prayed for,
you gaze at me and I feel a glow,
you are the light in my eyes.

Beneath the star-sprayed sky,
In the wing-beat and gallop of grace,
Birds sound your name from the dawn of the day,
You are the sweet air I breath.

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I

I love you more than ever before,
I fall deeper each day we are together.
I thought I had lost it, it was never gone.
I merely buried it, it has returned.

I cannot help but love you,
I have seen what others do not.
So amazing, everything you are,
More than they could know.

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Pain

The pain will never go away;
The wound will never heal.
The evil that was done to me,
Is now my eyes, my heart.
The black will never turn to grey;
The blood will not freeze, Nor thicken.
The violence is never through;
The past does not depart.
Time will merely make me whole,
Consuming what I am,
Part sufferer, part comforter,
Part victim, part new song,
Part mother of an angry soul,
Part child of despair, part witness
and part conqueror of all that did me wrong.

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One Wish

If I could have one wish,

I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...

Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.