Abuse Poem

Featured Shared Story

I know how you feel. I was 7 years old laying asleep in my aunts living room floor beside my 2 little cousins when I got up to get a glass of water. My dads brother, Randy was his name, met...

Read complete story

Share your story! (2)

You Took My Childhood Away

© more by Payge Rodgers

Published: May 2008

I was a tiny child
So innocent and mild
You told me to play a game
Did you have no shame?

You said not to tell my mother
You said not to tell my dad
You said it was our secret
And if I told I'd make you sad

How could you do that to a child?
Who was placed under your care?
And how can you live with what you've done
The past to think about how can you bare?

What gave you the right?
To use a child for your dirty game
For your actions then
Do you show any shame?

Will you ever feel guilty?
For hurting a child inside
Or will the things you've said and done
Will you, always hide

How can you mess up a mind?
Of a child who trusted you
How can you live with what you've done?
It was wrong, surely you knew?

You've never said you're sorry
For how I'm haunted everyday
Of what you did to me
And how you hurt me in that way

You betrayed the trust
Of a little girl in your care
At you, if I saw you again
In the street I'd shout and swear

At times I feel so rotten
But I'm told it wasn't my fault
But I feel like I'm partly involved
Like pepper is to salt

I was four years old
Just out of nappies couldn't you see?
I sit alone at night
And ask 'oh why was it me?'

All I can do now is try to get on
But I can't ever forget
And my children under someone else's care
Is something I will NEVER let!

more by Payge Rodgers

  • Stories 2
  • Shares 83
  • Favorited 8
  • Votes 114
  • Rating 4.46
Has this poem touched you? Share your story!
  • Audreyauna West by Audreyauna West, Alabama
  • 8 years ago

I know how you feel. I was 7 years old laying asleep in my aunts living room floor beside my 2 little cousins when I got up to get a glass of water. My dads brother, Randy was his name, met me in the kitchen and told my not to say anything. That if I did he would do the same to my little cousin but make it more painful to hear and said if he did it to her too then it would be my fault. So I didn't say anything to anyone about until I was 17 years old and I finally told my step dad and he encouraged me to tell my mom. I was so scared that she would hate me but she doesn't. She told me it was not my fault that his day would come. Now I am 19 years old and have recently learned that Randy has had a car wreck and was not in good shape. He will have to wear a halo around his head for awhile and since it is square I was told that now I could literally rattle the cage. I don't feel bad for what has happened to him. It was time for him to pay.

  • personal by personal
  • 11 years ago

This poem hits close to home, however, instead of it being a care provider it was my brothers..note the pluralization of that... I fully understand this pain...

Back to Top