Abuse Poem

This is not about my father, a man I never knew very well. This is about the various men I encountered in Foster Care and State Homes. As an adult I am still amazed that those who are charged to protect us as children fail so very often.

The Boogeyman

© Naomi
The Boogeyman comes late at night.
So stay under the covers, tuck them in tight.
Close your eyes, pretend to sleep,
Even though you hear him creep.
If your eyes stay shut very tight,
You can make it through the night.
Just let him play his twisted games,
In time my child he'll go away.
Breathe deep and even, don't say a word.
Keep your calm little girl.
After he leaves tuck the covers back in,
Put it out of your mind, forget about him.
Go to sleep proud you did not scream,
Tell yourself it was just a bad dream.
Wake up and wash with water that scalds.
Keep your secrets, build your walls.
Sit down to breakfast, take your place.
After all you never saw his face.
Remind yourself it was just a fable,
And that's not him at the head of the table.


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Published: Nov 2008

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  • I have gone through the same thing. He was my step dad though. I know how it hurts.

    Rachel Submitted Mar 2011
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  • Yeah I also went through the same thing (but it was a boy only 4 yrs older then me) I really enjoyed this poem because I understand... Thanks

    Aurorad Submitted Apr 2011
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