Abuse is a vicious cycle that needs to be broken. Abuse not only kills physically but kills the Spirituality!
"If it gets into the hands of just one parent who needs to stop hitting and yelling, and listen and love instead, my life will be so blessed."

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TEDDY BEAR

Teddy, I've been bad again,
My Mommy told me so;
I'm not quite sure what I did wrong,
But I thought that you might know.

When I woke up this morning,
I knew that she was mad;
Cause she was crying awful hard,
And yelling at my dad.

I tried my best to be real good,
And do just what she said;
I cleaned my room all by myself,
I even made my bed.

But I spilled milk on my good shirt,
When she yelled at me to hurry;
And I guess she didn't hear me,
When I told her I was sorry.

Cause she hit me awful hard, you see,
And called me funny names;
And told me I was really bad,
And I should be ashamed.

When I said, "I love you, Mommy,"
I guess she didn't understand;
Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth.
Or I'd get smacked again.

So I came up here to talk to you,
Please tell me what to do;
Cause I really love my Mommy,
And I know she loves me, too.

And I don't think my Mommy means,
To hit me quite so hard;
I guess sometimes, grown ups forget.
How really big they are.

So Teddy, I wish you were real,
And you weren't just a bear;
Then you could help me find a way.
To tell Mommies every where.

To please try hard to understand.
How sad it makes us feel;
Cause the outside pain soon goes a way,
But the inside never heals.

And if we could make them listen,
Maybe then they'd understand;
So other children just like me,
Wouldn't have to hurt again.

But for now, I guess I'll hold you tight,
And pretend the pain's not there;
I know you'd never hurt me,
So Goodnight, Teddy Bear...

~Cindy Pike Dunning~

Children Learn What They Live

If a child lives with criticism,
He learns to condemn.

If a child lives with hostility,
He learns to fight.

If a child lives with ridicule,
He learns to be shy.

If a child lives with shame,
He learns to feel guilty.

If a child lives with tolerance,
He learns to be patient.

If a child lives with encouragement,
He learns to appreciate.

If a child lives with fairness,
He learns justice.

If a child lives with security,
He learns to have faith.

If a child lives with approval,
He learns to like himself.

If a child lives with acceptance and friendship,
He learns to find love in the world.

^i^ Misty ^i^

My name is Misty,
I am but three.
My eyes are swollen,
I cannot see.

I must not be loved
For I am punished
By cigarette burns.

I must do right.
I can't do wrong,
Or else I am locked up
All week long.

When I awake,
I'm alone.
The house is dark,
My folks are gone.

Deep down inside I feel bad
For Mom and Dad.
I'm really just an expensive joke.
No more, no less....... then speed or coke.

Be quiet now! I hear a car.
My dad is back from Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse.
My name he calls.
I squeeze myself against the wall

On my bed.
It's too late.
His face is twisted into hate.
I feel the pain again and again.
Oh, Dear God! Please let it end.

My name is Misty.
I am but three.
Last night my father
Murdered me......

In remembrance of all the children who have died from abuse by their alcoholic or drug abusing parents.

Daddy I was there

Daddy I was there for you to love,
Not for you to hurt.
I was there for you to cuddle,
Not for you to fondle.

I was there for you to teach,
Not for you to breach.
I was there for you to protect,
Not for you to reject.
I was there to be your little girl,
I was there just to be your world.

It went on and on for ten long years,
I have cried and cried so many tears.
Ten years of my life I spent in fear.
And I've had night terrors for year after year,
I remember the guilt and shame,
I also remember all your head games.

A little baby's dream is shattered,
Not that now it even matters.
Trusting?    Well that is hard to do.
To think that people can be true?

Daddy why did you do this to me?
Why couldn't you just let me be?
Daddy you were not alone, there were more,
All be told, together there were four.

In relationships it's hard to feel,  
For the wounds are deep, and slow heal. Daddy I was there after you met your own demise,
By your own hand, I couldn't believe that you had died.
It was hard for me to go back to that room,
The one where all I felt was gloom and doom.
I thought to my self "How cruel and mean
the spilled blood and filth you left for me to clean."

Daddy the ONLY present you ever gave was on my
sweet 16th birthday...
A poem... when I read it, it went on to say....
"What is a Daughter?
A daughter is someone lovely and dear...
Who just grows sweeter year by year."
You made me cold and bitter for a long time,

But because I forgive you. NOW my soul is mine....
I'm a survivor Daddy....oh yes in deed,
Love, safety, and security is all I need.©

Written by Darlene J.
September 25,1999

I wanted to thank my special someone who encouraged me to write this   and he knows who he is.... Thank you baby  I Love you!

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Research indicates that 1 out of every 4 children will be the victim of sexual abuse before reaching age 18.