Child Abuse Needs To Stop!! by ILoveEdwardRichtofen, journal
Child Abuse Needs To Stop!!
I have heard one too many stories about child abuse and now it's gotten to the point where I can't stand it!
If you care (which I know you do) Post this poem!
Started by: Me (~ILoveEdwardRichtofen (https://www.deviantart.com/iloveedwardrichtofen))
A little girl cries in the night
The parents yell shut up and turn out the light
a poor girl...She didn't asked to be born..
All she asked was to be loved...
To be kept company when she needed it...
For someone to protect her from the creatures of the dark...
Mum and dad were arguing...They lashed out on her and left her scarred and bruised..
The next day at school all the kid's made fun off her...Except for one student...
She st
Your Love Is Enough by lackofevolution, literature
Literature
Your Love Is Enough
The illusion of love, you will eventually forgive,
The winning race where you did not bid,
Morning arrives I hold my eroding heart,
I turn to my partner, honey we have to start,
A sleeping child that will try to hide,
As a team we can attack from any side,
Breakfast to make, then a room to clean,
My husband goes to work as I steam,
We work together and against one another,
I hate the way our child pauses after saying mother,
Like any family we argue, we fight,
Then we receive closure with the arrival of the night,
My husband changed, took time to believe,
That despite his faults I didn't leave,
At times of anger, fingers I point
Monsters With Loud Feet by lackofevolution, literature
Literature
Monsters With Loud Feet
I am eight years old; I am your son,
I am trusting, fearing no one,
If life scares me I retreat,
Monsters with loud feet,
Returning home, love and care,
Thankful I remain for all who are there,
Mother works most of the night,
Father stands, monsters feet to fight,
Cartoons are watched, dinner we consume,
Thoughts leap ahead, tears in a distant room,
Father speaks, bed following an hour,
I stand with curiosity; he states we have an hour,
Removing my clothes, revealing skin,
To touch; love instead of a sin,
Father smiles, his clothes fall to the floor,
Then I hear a routine, a knocking on the door,
Father leaves with hesitation,
Someone needs to go through here and delete the old comments. Some of that offensive art has been deleted and the user has been banned. and their accounts have been deactivated.