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Anita Harris Poem
Through my eyes what do you see
A broken frightened child is me.
Slaps an punches I will receive
Throughout this day was the key
Someone "please help me"
Life is dark here, no sun shines
through, only darkness follows me.
No where to run No where to hide
I wish I would of died.
Someone "please help me"
Pretends an Lies are this place
Many many scars upon my face.
Black an blue is my body
I wish that I had somebody
to take this pain away.
Someone "please help me"
Cold an alone is my life here
A few years old an never told
I love you dear, just come here
Momma's here.
Broken bones are just a game
that sometimes just takes place
Someone "please help me"
One blow to my skull to much
Mommy an Daddy's final touch
Blood over flows the floor
An Daddy gives me just one more
No more tears upon my face
My life will be forever erased
Someone "please find me"
Pain an hate at only eight
was a life for me in hell.
Where Mommy an Daddy
will rot in Jail.
Copyright © Anita Harris | Year Posted 2016
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Anita Harris Poem
I sneak away from the past
looking through a mirrored glass
What you see you can't believe
that this life is of me.
Raped an burned cut an sliced
by daddy big ole knife.
I sneak away from the past
looking through a mirrored glass
The things You made me do
an the things you did to me
would make you cry you see.
A child so young an afraid
black an blue maybe grey
she never has anything to say.
Broken bones every now an then
as Mommy sets there an just grins.
I sneak away from the past
looking through a mirrored glass
I pretend every things ok
As daddy looks this way
an tells me just what to say.
I sneak away from the past
while looking through that
mirrored glass as my time here
has almost past.
I leave this world far behind
as mommy an daddy's world
will shine.
Locked away for ever in a day
This is where they'll always stay.
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Anita Harris Poem
You live your life free,
but as for me
you took that away from me.
Tears pour out
like fresh morning rain,
My body trembles and shakes
as my bones began to break.
My screams turns to silence
as the pain swells inside.
When you stop the blood runs down
my thigh's.
Crying does't matter, I'm just
another child battered.
I try to hide the bruises, the
shattered bones you break.
The bloodstained sheets you throw
away, are of me that you done to me.
Why do you hurt me
"I plea"
You live your life free
but as for me
you took that away from me.
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Anita Harris Poem
Suicide is the darkness that takes over you mind and soul.
You believe all is lost and that no one knows how much you hurt.
That ache that pounds deep within you, keeps calling to you.
How? When? Where? who would even care.
You keep all the pain bottled up deep inside you, so no one
will see. You pretend to be normal, but you are slowly dying.
Peace by peace you slip further away.
The tears you shed wishing you were dead.
There is no sunshine in darkness, only the pain that swells
up in our souls that begs for death.
You try to make sense of all that you have been through, but
it hits you right in the face, that you are a waist of breath.
You are not good enough to share this world, and it would be
better for everyone if you were dead, no one will ever love you.
Just end it all,and save this life for someone who is loved.
It's dark but my blood is warm.
I feel no pain.
Suicide is the darkness that takes over your mind and soul.
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Anita Harris Poem
Numbness will over come us.
In the end pain will win.
The scorching desire of death
will always take your breath.
Colorless bare skin
with marks and scars
that hide inside.
We all just want to die.
Lies we are told to obey
or slaps against my face.
Belts an burns as you take turns.
Numbness has set in
my pain only begins.
The light inside my soul
burns with rage and hate,
how can this be I'm only eight.
Time is at an end, my story
will only end with death
of Numbness that has overcome us.
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Anita Harris Poem
The games that we play
are not the real things we see
just playing with me
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Anita Harris Poem
Silence is the moment you give up on saving a child.
You hear the beatings, but you pretend not to.
You see the bruises and the broken bones,
but you say nothing, you can't get involved.
You know deep down what is taking place,
so you ignore the signs and the proof.
You go about your day thinking you
should of said something. But you don't
The days go by and it gets worse
You pretend that you really didn't
see or hear anything.
So the child enduring the horrific pain
goes on hoping to be rescued, but you
keep telling yourself that maybe he or she
must of been bad.
That child you said nothing about is and has
been brutally beaten, he or she now lays
lifeless in a cold broken home where
they are abused by someone who is
to care and love them.
You see the police cars and the coroner
and then deep down you know what was
going on.
The child is now laying on a stretcher being
carried away, but days earlier he or she was alive.
You blame yourself because if you would
of stepped up and call someone
maybe that child would still be alive.
So keeping your mouth closed when you
see a child being abused
is not helping them
you can't save them by being quiet
So
"SPEAK UP AND SPEAK LOUD"
You maybe the the one that he or she
is praying to to rescue them.
Abuse goes on everywhere, please
Don't be silent Please Speak up and rescue
a child who needs you.
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Anita Harris Poem
S)cars Are What They Are.
C)uts are deep.
A)nger dwells inside
R)age becomes you
S)ilence is the end.
A)ctions make wounds
R)ibs are broken
E)yes stay swollen
W)rist's are bruised
H)ate engulfs you
A)buse is from you
T)humb's are sliced
T)oes are blue
H)ead has gashes
E)lbow's have rashes
Y)elling will not go unpunished
A)rm's are knifed up to the bone
R)eality here is death that awaits
E)ngulfed in horror is my life.
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Perfect wounds bound up with battered bruises
stretch across my tiny little body.
No one knows the life I live behind closed doors
an the pain I endure each day on a cold slab floor.
Nothing is right, Every things wrong
Mommy wishes that I was gone.
She hits me hard across my head
While screaming I wish you were dead.
She grabs my arm an screams at me some more
telling me to clean her floor,
an wipe that blood up before I get some more.
My heart pounds away wishing I could just fly away
never loved an never be missed.
I close my eyes wishing for death
I feel the warm blood roll down my side
as mommy stuck the knife deep inside.
No more pain an no more tears
Ive gone away some where safe.
Nothing is right,Every things wrong
except that I am gone.
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Lord can you hear my cries,
I pray that my demon's die.
Suffering at the hands with lie's,
Raped by by daddy's guy's
Slapped and kicked with
so many try's
All I do is cry.
Lord can you hear my cries,
My eyes are swollen from surprise,
Black and blue to name a few,
My tummy really grew,
It's not fair for me to bare
the sin's of this life to share,
Lord can you hear my cries,
There is no little time
This baby who was growing
will never be knowing,
cause the bloods over flowing,
The end was near as you drank that beer.
Lord can you hear my cries,
Faint and weak are in my sighs,
As I truly try not to cry.
The time doesn't fly buy.
Lies that are in disguise.
Lord can you hear me,
No one ever came to rescue me
Why did they pressure me.
I'm almost dead inside
All I do is cry,
Lord I have to say goodbye.
Copyright © Anita Harris | Year Posted 2017
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