Hush Little Sister
Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby
The trauma of abuse is never fully gone from a person's consciousness. Its filthy stain leaves its residue on the soul forever. However, like all bad experiences, it is possible to turn this experience into good by developing compassion and empathy for others who have been through this experience. Many people feel that bringing meaning to a traumatic experience is a path to healing. When I turn a negative experience into a tool that brings meaning into my life and others, I am taking the best kind of revenge on my abuser.
Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby
I've also been abused when I was little not only me, but my little brother and sister as well. This reminded me so much but instead of being abused by my dad I was abused by my stepmother who...
My name is Sasha.
My sister is Leigh.
I am six,
And she is three.
Hi...this poem is so heartfelt to me. I'm currently living with my foster parents from an abusive home. My past is full of rape, physical and mental abuse. I was also used for drugs by my...
He came into my life
when I was just a little girl.
I was happy and young,
And then he changed my world.
So many stories, and yet only one story repeated over and over again in different contexts perhaps, but we all share the crushing sadness of having someone we love betray us and leave us...
Late on the dishes, food still on the plate.
Mommy is mad; Daddy's home late.
I'm in the corner crying all alone,
Wishing to myself get me out of this home.
My whole life, my father abused me. For as long as I can remember, he'd hit me, touch me, and say terrible things to me. I always thought I was alone. I felt like no one felt my pain. I felt...
I can completely relate to your experience. Mine was exactly the same and my thoughts were equal to yours. I was beat 54 separate times and I never could bring myself to call the cops on him....
Mother is there when I get home from school,
I'm happy there, hyper and playing the fool.
But as I pull on the handle and turn the key,
I feel a sense of dread and fear fill me....
I can relate. My mother has done horrible things that made me end up in the hospital, but my dad never left, but he didn't know until I told, so now I'm living with him. Safe, I guess, but I...
Tears, tears go away.
Why must you come back almost every day?
You remind me of my pain.
You remind me of my past.
You're definitely not alone in your suffering. Like you, I was abused by my stepfather and an uncle and have struggled daily to deal with the pain. I was in the third grade when mine started...
Where do I begin to explain the beating?
You watched as I sat there bleeding,
You never cared about my feelings.
My hurt had no healing.
I was abused sexually by an older cousin. He'd put a pillow over my face, tell me to take my nickers off, and then inflict pain on my private areas. He told me he'd kill my brothers, mam, and...
You call me names,
You curse me out,
When I make you mad,
You scream and shout,...
I’m so sorry you were hurt at 4 and you’re still in pain at 15. I am 55, and I have been where you are, abused, broken, tossed aside, unloved, and unwanted. I found help through a Christian...
Tears are always running down my face.
I hang my head low thinking, "What a disgrace?"
The tears are coming from all the damage you caused.
What do you want now, a round of applause?
I don't even know where to start. When I was 4 years old i came into foster care with my little sister (she was 2 years old). One day our case worker came to our house to tell us that a...