Most children that are abused physically,mentally or sexually are scared to speak because the ones abusing the child may be the parent/parents or a family member ect.
To me It's ashame a child who is Gods angel has to go through so much torture by the ones who are suppose to love and protect that child from any type of harm.
I have a poem here that is not written by me but this poem is very touching to where I had tears falling ffrom my eyes...
"Daddy....... it hurts"
by Deanna Nicole Overweg on Tuesday, August 10, 2010 at 6:29pm
This is A TRUE STORY AND IF YOU DON'T PASS THIS ON YOU DON'T
HAVE A SOUL!!!
My name is Chris ,
I am three,
My eyes are swollen..
I cannot see.
I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made,
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy,
Would still want to hug me.
I can't do a wrong,
I can't speak at all,
Or else I'm locked up,
All day long.
When I'm awake,
I'm all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come home,
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get,
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car,
My daddy is back,
From Charlie's bar
I hear him curse,
My name is called ,
I press myself,
Against the wall.
I try to hide,
>From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now,
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping,
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault,
He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me,
And yells at me more,
I finally get free,
And run to the door.
He's already locked it,
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me,
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor,
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues,
With more bad words spoken.
'I'm sorry!', I scream,
But it's now much to late,
His face has been twisted,
Into a unimaginable shape.
The hurt and the pain,
Again and again,
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!
And he finally stops,
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless,
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Chris ,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.
And you can help,
Sickens me to the soul,
If you read this,
And don't pass it on.
I pray for your forgiveness,
You would have to be,
One heartless person,
Not to be affected,
By this Poem.
And because you ARE affected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do,
Is pass this on!
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
Post this as 'Daddy ... It hurts'
If you do not send this to everyone you know
Then you obviously don't care about child abuse.
At first I thought this was just a chain letter
And I wasn't going to send it either,
But now I realize that this is an important situation.
At least 5 children each day from around the world die from child abuse!!!!
This happens across the board, no matter how much money they have or their ethnicity.
Please help.
HAVE A SOUL!!!
My name is Chris ,
I am three,
My eyes are swollen..
I cannot see.
I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made,
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy,
Would still want to hug me.
I can't do a wrong,
I can't speak at all,
Or else I'm locked up,
All day long.
When I'm awake,
I'm all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come home,
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get,
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car,
My daddy is back,
From Charlie's bar
I hear him curse,
My name is called ,
I press myself,
Against the wall.
I try to hide,
>From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now,
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping,
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault,
He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me,
And yells at me more,
I finally get free,
And run to the door.
He's already locked it,
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me,
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor,
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues,
With more bad words spoken.
'I'm sorry!', I scream,
But it's now much to late,
His face has been twisted,
Into a unimaginable shape.
The hurt and the pain,
Again and again,
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!
And he finally stops,
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless,
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Chris ,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.
And you can help,
Sickens me to the soul,
If you read this,
And don't pass it on.
I pray for your forgiveness,
You would have to be,
One heartless person,
Not to be affected,
By this Poem.
And because you ARE affected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do,
Is pass this on!
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
Post this as 'Daddy ... It hurts'
If you do not send this to everyone you know
Then you obviously don't care about child abuse.
At first I thought this was just a chain letter
And I wasn't going to send it either,
But now I realize that this is an important situation.
At least 5 children each day from around the world die from child abuse!!!!
This happens across the board, no matter how much money they have or their ethnicity.
Please help.
Nice blog
ReplyDeleteHi this Anjelita Salais, I am crying I cant believe that happen in this world. who can do that to an innocent child, that god gives us this child to protect and to cherish and god did not give us child so we can abuse them, that is totally wrong. well Thank you for share this Antonia. You have open my eyes on child abuse and how far it can go.
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