Abuse Poem

well when I was a baby my dad used to get mad when I would cry and so he used to hit me until one day he just gave up and threw me against the wall. My mother did nothing to stop it she was young and stupid she was only 15. I was 21 days old its been 14 years since I have seen my dad, and my mom had a choice between me or my dad, and she chose my dad, but I am not sad about that because I know that god placed me with my loving grandparents for a reason and I am very grateful for that. I think there not my grandparents there my guardian angels !

I have a mother and little sister, and we stayed a family for the first 12 years of my life. It was filled with his ADD/ Bipolar/ Alcoholic/ sexually, mentally, and physically Abusive- lifestyle. Every two years we moved so he could get his "fresh start". He could never keep a job, so my mom had to overwork herself. When I was little, and my sister was a baby, he would sit at the computer drinking hard liquor, refusing to feed us- so I had to mother my sister. Mom only stayed with him because she wanted us to have a dad- but she (thankfully) saw that he was bad for us. Now that they're divorced, and my mom remarried, I no longer am forced to see him, as of recently, but apparently the court thinks he should have time with my sister. we're scared for her. I've written many poems and stories. All of my characters have family trauma.

I picked my sons up two weeks ago from an over night visit at their dads. When we got home and my youngest son was undressing for the night I saw a large bruise on his left upper arm, it was the size of an adults thump print. When I asked how he got his bruise he told me someone grabbed him and squeezed his arm and shook him. When I asked who this some one was, he began to cry, and said it was his dad. Of course his father denies it and my son keeps having Child Protective Services asking him if he is a liar because daddy says that's not how the bruise got there... so needless to say this poem so describes how I feel as I fight to protect my son and am preparing for family court this Thursday..

I live with an abusive father, he lies too. Tells my mom the bruises and things on me and my brother are from different things, but she knows its true, he did it. I have written stories and poems because what else can I do, he's been sent to jail and rehab and nothing has worked. He's going back in a week, he deserves it, but he'll be back and my mom wont ever leave him, he'll keep hurting me and my brother, one day I'll get out, hopefully I can get my brother out too.

I was abused once...when I was 13...I'm 16 now. I remember like it was just this morning...it hurt..and my aunt didn't believe me she said it was just a dream but I knew it was real...that my moms brother would touch me in the way he did...he assaulted my mom, she told me so I told her and we fought together so that it wouldn't happen again..