Abuse Poem by Teens

Poem Of Girl Trying To Tell Mom About Abuse

This poem is about a girl who gets abused by her father, and her mom knows about it, but she doesn't do anything about it. The girl and her mom both end up dying. A girl I knew from a different school died from abuse, and child abuse needs to be ended. This is for you, Jazz.

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Broken Wings

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Published by Family Friend Poems July 2015 with permission of the Author.

I tried to tell you
Now it's too late
I sit waiting
At heaven's gate

He abused me, Mom
You never seemed to care
Now I lie in a black coffin
Full of despair

How many times
Did you hear me cry?
Did you ever think
It'd get so bad I'd die?

I am an angel now
With long white wings
Flying higher each day
No longer feeling his stings

I'll watch over you, Mom
Do what you didn't do for me
You pretended not to hear
Pretended not to see

Now you wait at heaven's gate
Just as I once did
You have now come to realize
The pain that I once hid

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  • Brittany Rivera by Brittany Rivera
  • 7 years ago

A very deep poem. I can tell you wrote it from your heart. Thanks for sharing it.

  • Fixer-Upper by Fixer-Upper
  • 7 years ago

I was very touched by your poem. Thank you for sharing. It reminds me of all the things I've been through and of some of the things my friends have been through. I'm sorry to hear about your friend Jazz. I agree, coming from an abusive home, abuse needs to stop. My brother and his friends would often bully me and push me around, and sometimes they'd even throw me around. I know what it feels like to be thrown into a tree trunk, fence, picnic bench, and more. It's a miracle I had the courage to stop them and that I wasn't killed. I really do love this poem so thank you again.

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