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I Was Six Years Old

Author: trynfinity
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For those children who have no voice, who have gone unheard.

I Was Six Years Old

I Was Six Years Old
(in an effort to stop child abuse)

I don't have a mommy
who tucks me in at night.
Or a daddy who will teach me
to be strong or how to fight.
They don't hug and kiss me
or buy me cookies from the store.
I don't even have a bed
I sleep there on the floor.
Sometimes I get a blanket
never if I ask.
Most times i'm really really quiet
if not they get mad.
No one sees my bruises
no one sees my tears.
If they do I get in trouble
that's my biggest ever fear.
I know one day they'll kill me
they will hit me way too hard.
They won't stop till i'm not breathing
they'll burry me out back in the yard.

I was six years old if you find this,the last thing I heard my mommy say
I was bad and I was worthless
no one would notice me gone anyway.
NO one saw my bruises
No one hears my cries.
No one came to save me.

Everyone has a voice, can we quiet ourselves to listen.

Heather KemperFebruary14,2011

Submitted on 2011-03-10 15:41:07     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  i like the voice in this...very well done...from the pen of an adult...this feels exactly like how a 6 year old would express the trauma of this situation..

one thing's "bury"

but what a poignant line.."bury me in the back yard" like a pet...

reminds me of "the Sandbox" by edward albee...

the grandma who was taken off her farm by the daughter and her husband, given a blanket and her very own dish...just like a dog...

a really good treatment of a very sensitive issue here, and you really make us feel what goes inside the 6 year old mind when this happens...the confusion the fear...and looking back after death...still confused..why didn't mom stop him?
how could this happen? trying to come to terms, almost, rather than wanting to stay angry...
that takes so much energy.

wow, this poem got me wound up..sorry..

just thoughts

| Posted on 2011-03-10 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]

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