A Silent Child Screams. Underground Poetry:
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Click thumbnail to view full-sizeNights Alone
Little ones who
dread the night
In the cringing, fearful mess of the child,
the one that
could have been...
the children suffer - they hurt in silence -
patiently, and humbly.
certainly, they suffer daily, nightly
...they dream it.
darkness is their light source...
the prostitute parent - welfare money,
food stamps and vacant fathers.
their starving siblings cries of hunger -
a relentless struggle of survival-
the disastrous cost
of growing up for abused ones.
ones who grow to be ...
survival in hatred,
in pain, within locked
bedroom doors.
blackened nights,
darkened days, bruised and broken,
no sunshine here.
watch and learn...
scarred throughout,
physically, emotionally...
assaulted, powerless,
screaming inside and out.
their protectors,
dope fiends and crack whores,
mommy and daddy.
smiling city boys grinning,
shopping for fresh meat
in the produce section.
something on their minds
other than a walk for ice cream
or the movie theater.
no place for love,
a refuge embraced without form...
or birth control.
acceptance at such a cost,
no shining armor in this reality.
young fertile bodies with infertile minds.
and those clenched fists,
an eternity of nights endured
quietly,
patiently.
praying for the grievous assault
against their precious hearts
to cease its batter.
watch and learn...
cries for help go unheeded,
not a soul to hear the silent pleas
nor help, to soothe the broken things,
the battered beings.
where the escape?
held hostage is a hell for children and children alone
their spirit sapped -
boys aren't made of puppy dog tails here.
childhoods drained of the sugar and sweet spice.
replaced with acid and ash.
a winner takes all world.
one that renders nothing, but broken dreams and death.
watch and learn.
learn to hate- to hurt- to feel, through violence
those filthy memories of debasement
buried deep.
the starvation of salvation,
a felony assault against body and soul.
painful awakenings -
impaired reasoning and reflex.
the wounded animal of a twisted reality,
their days begin with the other
dysfunctions at the bus stop.
short skirts, and lip gloss -
and a blue gun in the school locker.
we wonder why
to school, books, crack and homeroom
watch and learn...
Child abuse is something we all need to seriously address. These are the same children who will inherit our world and pass on the dysfunction to their offspring. The vast majority of adults who abuse children, were abused themselves as children. Only by awareness will this pitiful condition of mankind be brought to light and begin "The Healing."
This piece of poetry I offer comes deep from the soul- generated from witnessing abuse first hand.
"One out of seven children are being terrified and abused daily - nightly ... One out of every three girls, by age of 18 years will be sexually assaulted and molested!"
Some child close to you is being abused. Can you pick him or her out?
gg.zaino: 6-8-10..rev..
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GOOD!! Very Good!
How sad children have to go through something like that.
I cannot believe anyone could ever be so cruel to such a beautiful thing that was placed on our earth, How anyone could tear the heart out of ones chest or How anyone could live with that for the rest of their lives.
WOW! Such a heart wrenching piece. Good article it touched me deeply. My friends grand daughter has been through sexual abuse by two people. She is only nine years old. It breaks my heart. The police are now conducting an investigation. The girls other grand mother works for the child welfare advocacy, but did not want to do anything about the situation. My friends son and the girls mother are divorced. The mother gave her mother custody of the little girl. I thought both parents had to consent to this? My friends son is now trying to get custody of the little girl. He needs to get her away from the mother and grand mother they both seem to be mentally ill. Thanks for sharing. Teresa
O.m.g this is a gd and very sad poems, it brought bck memory's, cause I've been threw it as a 6 yr old child, till the age of 9, till this day it still pains me inside, the only thing that gets me threw it is threw my poetry, this world is so messed up..child, even adults dnt say anything they keep in silent, cause of how the courts work ..rape victims speak up nothing happens they stay silent and nothing happens..how well the rapist pay for what they've done ..me I'm no longer a victim.even though it still hunts me, but I talk and give advice to the women that been threw it...I just hope one day the system change and predictor pay for there sin...thank u for sharing and God bless.














patrick fealey 24 months ago
this disintegration started at the top. did someone say ronald reagan? there are several americas here, the liars and the truthful, all knee-deep in the shit of the top.