Abuse Poem by Teens

Telling Mom About Abuse

This is the poem that I used to tell my mother about the abuse that my father was doing to me. I couldn't bear to tell her face to face, so I passed her this poem. I was 12 when the abuse started, and it continued until about age 16. I have definitely had my struggles through healing, but my mom was very supportive of me. It breaks my heart to know that there are others out there who have suffered the same or worse than I. The Lord will never give you a burden that is more than you can handle.

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Published: August 1, 2017

I quiver as he stands above me.
I'm curled up on the ground.
He looks down upon me.
I do not make a sound.

He reaches down and grabs me
As I make a quiet peep.
No one in the house can hear me
Because they are all asleep.

I tremble and I try to get away,
But he is so much bigger.
He tells me to obey.

The next morning when the sun begins to rise
He leaves me alone.
I feel the relief once he is gone.
I get up with a moan.

I get ready for the day.
I try to forget about the night.
Like an eraser for my mind,
I erase the black to white.

He tells me he will stop
At one time or another.
He makes me promise not to tell
Anyone, especially mother.

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