Abuse Poems by Teens

Poems about Victims of Child Abuse

When a child is a victim of abuse by a member of their family, their world has changed forever. They may have loved their abuser and the abuser has turned the relationship into something sadistic and cruel. The victim of abuse is likely to feel very confused. How can they sort out the feelings of affection that they have for their abuser with the sick and disgusting act that was done to them. Feelings that result from abuse should not be buried away. As painful as it is, victims must talk about their experience and share their pain with others. Finding meaning in suffering is the road to healing.

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Poems about Abused Children

Sold By Mother For Money
  • By Kari
Truth

Shut your mouth and listen to what I have to say,
I'm going to take you back to that one specific day.
I was laying in bed alone while listening to you and him talk on the phone.
You said, "Well if they have the money I don't see why not,
She'll be ready by 9 o'clock"
You came in and said it's time to get up,
Shower well and I'll make you pretty with make up.
In a pretty white dress and hair done to match,
You told me I'm a breath-taking catch.
I sat on the couch waiting with you,
But what was in store for me I had no clue.
They came in, three men.
I will never forget the sight of them.
They tossed you a wad of money,
while grabbing my hand and saying come with me honey.
I didn't want to go but you made me,
You let them rape me for money!!
I cried and tried to run away,
But you helped them push me on the bed and screamed STAY!
You said to be a good little girl or I'll make you sad,
So I shut my mouth and let them do the things that were bad.
I was only 7 years old and already my innocents was lost,
You needed the money but at what cost?
Every day those men came over and brought more,
Each time you just watched at the door.
I ran away at the age of eight,
Why was I put into this fate?
I was ashamed of what was done,
So of course I could tell no one.
The day you found me you said things changed,
That I won't have to do those things.
Well mom it was that way for a month then you started again,
through the door each day came the men and their friends.
Well I'm ten now and things got to come to an end,
You see I became a "woman" at the age of 9 with my monthly "friend".
Tonight while you're asleep I'm packing my bag to quietly leave,
But I want you to know that while the men were doing their "deed",
One of them impregnated me with their seed.

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These things happen. It happened to me. My mother sold me at the age of five. I'm well now by the grace of God.

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