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This poem is to give every hurting little girl, confirmation that no matter what you've been told or have been through your heavenly FATHER will always love you.

A Grieving Daughter

© Ebony Angel B.
She told her daughter she hated her and wished she was never born.
She didn't even seem to care that the child's heart was torn.
She blamed child for all of her heartache and pain.
Did she realize emotional abuse, can drive a child insane.
She said her child was the reason she never achieved her dreams.
Those words hurt her child more, than to her they may have seemed.
All her daughter wanted was her love and her affection.
But all she ever got was her mothers constant rejection.
Feeling like a lost child with no one to love.
She prayed to be taken away to the heavens above.
Not knowing why she just wasn't good enough.
Why when she needed gentleness she was treated so rough.
Wondering why her existence caused her mother so much pain.
Longing for her mother's love, she probably would never gain.
Wanting her mother to tell her she was a blessing.
That she was not the reason for her mother's stressing.
If there is a little girl out there that feels this way.
Just know you are one of GOD's Angels, and he loves you more each day.

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Published: Aug 2008

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  • I grew up with a mom who was addicted to pot and drinking and later on in my life she became a heavy crack addict and before she started crack she was my best friend. My world. My everything. But as soon as crack came into view I was nothing to her. She wished I wasn't around.. She hated me and I didn't even know why.. This poem describes exactly how I felt growing up.

    Alex, Utah Submitted Mar 2011
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  • My mother always blamed me for getting pregnant with me and forcing her to get married to my father. She hated me even more once I became a teenager because I was doing all the things that she was not able to do anymore.
    She said that I was her biggest mistake in life and that she wished that I would never been born. I went through years and years of abuse with her and my father.
    I'm 25 years old now and I'm married to the most amazing guy and we have a wonderful son together.
    I have not talked to my parents for over a year and I could not be happier!
    God has given me the strength that I always needed. I'm somewhat happy that I'm not alone and that other girls understand how I feel.

    Canada Submitted May 2011
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  • I'm currently 15, and when I was born I was neglected by my mother because I was a female and not a male. For the first 2 years of my life I lived with my Grandma (from my father's side) and since I have come home me and my dad have been emotionally abused. As well for me I've been abused. I've been to counseling, which did nothing and now I'm seeing a child psychologist because my teachers are worried about how this is affecting my grades. The psychologist said nothing could be done as my neglection is classified as a "cultural" situation as I am Asian.
    This poem really touches my heart, in fact I have chosen to analyze this poem for my English speech assignment (:

    Christina, Australia. Submitted Aug 2011
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  • My mother from being tiny always said that she wished she had never had me and wouldn't be here with my father if it wasn't for me. We would be locked outside to play and couldn't get in unless we knocked on the door as she wanted the house spick and span if anyone came. My mother always looked immaculate, always had new clothes neatly ironed and pressed and drawers full of new clothes neatly arranged with tissue to stop them creasing. I had to scrub my blouse collars as I got older because they would get grubby and I didn't have another clean one to wear. My socks were held up with elastic bands to stop them falling down and my clothes would be second hand. My father, we barely saw him and when we did there were big arguments and sulks and we weren't allowed to talk to my father. My youngest brother by 13 years is the prodigal son and has had everything he can from my mother. She has just bought a house for him and her. She has completely turned her back on the other 3 children.

    Lorraine, Wales, Uk Submitted 10/13/2012
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  • My dad told me until the day he died that I was the biggest mistake of his life, my mum gave my brother and sister love and affection but not me.
    My brother sexually abused me for years, why did no one see what he was doing ? May be they didn't care .
    I'm 51 now with my own children who I love so much but I've still got a big hole in my heart, I spend money on clothes to try and feel better but of course it doesn't work.
    I've has lots of counseling but I'm still a lost soul looking for my parents love and acceptance. They are both dead now.

    Lancs Submitted 10/30/2012
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