Abuse Poem
I was abused from the age of four by my family, as was my older sister, who died from the abuse. I am now twenty-one, and this poem is what I sometimes wondered about - if she was looking down on me and helping me survive. When I was rescued at the age of twelve, I was encouraged to write down my feelings, and this poem was something I created back then. This is the first time I've shown it to anyone, and I dedicate this poem to my sister, whom I hope is at peace.
Hush Little Sister
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Yerzinia
Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby
I can see your arms
Bloodied and bruised
That's strange, little sister
Mine were like that too
I know you scream
When Daddy's there
Hush, little sister
I know you're scared
I can see the way
He's hurting you
I'm sorry, little sister
He did that to me too
I know that people
Ignore what's going on at home
That makes me angry, little sister
You shouldn't have to be alone
Hey, little sister
You want to know why I'm not there?
It's a sad story, little sister
But people should care
You see, little sister
One day Daddy got high
You were asleep in your crib
So you didn't hear my cry
He screamed at me
And smashed my head against the door
While you slept, little sister
I died on the floor
You know, little sister
I don't think that I would have died
If someone had only bothered
To listen to my cries
But hush, little sister
Daddy's coming home
Quick, get into bed
You don't want him to find you alone
I'm sorry little sister
He's in a bad mood
Run while you can
Uh oh little sister
He's lifting his belt
Scream while you can, little sister
Call for help
Hush little sister
You don't need to cry
No one can hurt you
You're in my arms tonight.
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby
I can see your arms
Bloodied and bruised
That's strange, little sister
Mine were like that too
I know you scream
When Daddy's there
Hush, little sister
I know you're scared
I can see the way
He's hurting you
I'm sorry, little sister
He did that to me too
I know that people
Ignore what's going on at home
That makes me angry, little sister
You shouldn't have to be alone
Hey, little sister
You want to know why I'm not there?
It's a sad story, little sister
But people should care
You see, little sister
One day Daddy got high
You were asleep in your crib
So you didn't hear my cry
He screamed at me
And smashed my head against the door
While you slept, little sister
I died on the floor
You know, little sister
I don't think that I would have died
If someone had only bothered
To listen to my cries
But hush, little sister
Daddy's coming home
Quick, get into bed
You don't want him to find you alone
I'm sorry little sister
He's in a bad mood
Run while you can
Uh oh little sister
He's lifting his belt
Scream while you can, little sister
Call for help
Hush little sister
You don't need to cry
No one can hurt you
You're in my arms tonight.
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oh my gosh.
it made me cry!
your an amazing writer,
and I'm sorry, that it happened.
D:
Kayla, Ohio Submitted Feb 2010
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These things are sent to try us, I too am a survivor and we must all keep on being strong.
Let them rot in their jails with guilt in their hearts, for the day it all ended is where my life starts xx
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Never get tired of doing the right thing,
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Love
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Lameesa Nelson Submitted Oct 2010
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My mother never stuck up for me either or did anything. There needs to be a class in school, really!
Maybe self-defense in gym to starting in grade school (1st grade).
Thanks for sharing & writing about the topic. :)
Hugs,
Rosie
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Audrey, Eldorado, Arkansas Submitted Jan 2011
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I wish that I had the poem skills you do, but I don't. I favor writing though and have many stories.
Sometimes I think about how much I hate life, and I cut myself.
Your poem explains all this perfectly.
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And I want to thank the lord above for letting me live.
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I'll treasure your poem and one fine day I'll give it as a gift to my sister.
Sonia, Madang-Papua New Guinea Submitted 7/20/2012
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Take good care!
Hugs
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"Yerzinia". Anyways I love this poem. It made me cry the first few times I read it. It was by like the 9th time I had read it in a row that I had decided to include it in my project. It not only is phenomenally written but it is REAL. It's not as if someone just sat down on their computers and wrote about something they didn't fully understand or couldn't grasp. This poem was written by a survivor of child abuse and is genuine and for that in order to commerate the author I will include it in my anthology :)
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