tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34455245001624028902024-03-20T23:58:47.478-07:00Violence in Silence“As an Amazon Associate I earn from qualifying purchases.”Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13984633173448024743noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445524500162402890.post-36299980237409714032019-01-10T06:37:00.001-08:002020-01-15T13:50:53.564-08:00Daddy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Daddy why don’t you
love me?</div>
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Why don’t you see
that you hurt us?</div>
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Do you even care
daddy?</div>
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Why do you call me
names and tell me that I will never be good at anything daddy?</div>
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Why do you pull
mommy's hair, why do you<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>push her down,
and give us a scare? </div>
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Don't you love us
daddy?</div>
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Why can't you see and
understand the power you have when you swing your hand?</div>
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Why daddy, no matter
what you do I will still love you and wish it was true that I'd feel it too,
daddy.</div>
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Daddy why do you
drink? It makes you mean, it makes you stink, it hurts your family and it makes
me think, that you don’t care, do you daddy? Do you care? How can you hit
someone you love? You yell and scream, push and fight, shove, and hit, destroy
and bite. Are you an animal? Daddy what happened? Long ago, I remember when,
you were in love, and mom was a friend. Daddy you got lost along the way, the
years and the pain, the work and the strain, have seemed to change and warp
your brain. </div>
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No, your not my
daddy, what did you do, how did you change, where did he go? Its sure not the
same, is he even in there, or is it too late, will you ever be the same dad, or
did you choose your fate?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I miss you
daddy, the one who held his little girl back when she was your whole world.
Back when you would sing her songs and make her feel like she belongs.</div>
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Daddy. Come back to
me. It cant be to late, please say you will change, yes you can change your
fate, daddy.</div>
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I love you daddy and
you cant beat that out of me, the tears won't wash away the memories, the pain,
the feelings, the emotions, the love of a little girl will never die, but oh
how you have damaged it, don’t you see? Do you care how I see you anymore? </div>
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It starts with a
hug, so put down that drug, no more hurting, no more blood. Damn it daddy I am
an adult now and you have taught me to hate. You taught me to hurt and to
resent and be late. You taught me don’t show, promises flow, like a river in
life with no where to go. A little girl lost and love you forgot, mommy's a
mess with new tears in her dress. Daddy wont you protect her, like you used to?
You used to be jealous you used to be loud, if someone would hurt her you were
around. Nobody messed with your family back then, but now your too drunk and
the laugh of the town. </div>
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You loved me before
daddy, please love me once more daddy. </div>
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Johnny's so little
and he needs you too, and he doesn’t know you the way that I do. He wasn't
there the days that you cared and he never saw the love that was there. </div>
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So now I have fears,
from anger and tears the hopeless abandon of love lost in years.</div>
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All he will see is
pain in his dreams, the fights and the shoving the hurt and the screams.</div>
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He will be taught
when you fight and get mad, you lift up your fist and hurt them real bad.</div>
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Yes he watches you
dad and mimics you to dad. You are his light and the teacher<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and hope dad.</div>
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Please show him you
love him and show him you care, you don’t even see him, is he even there?</div>
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You cant turn back
time and erase damaged minds, the pain you create is both lasting and shines.</div>
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I hope this gets
through you, I hope you will see, the tears in my eyes and the pain in my
screams.</div>
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Enough is enough dad
your killing us all, you push us away, when you choose alcohol. </div>
<br />Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13984633173448024743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445524500162402890.post-17769597025219918272018-11-09T01:32:00.000-08:002020-01-15T13:51:04.768-08:00The Little Boy<br />
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A little boy got
lost one day, just walking home from school,</div>
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it wasn’t far, he
knew the way so how could this be true.</div>
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His mother tried to
call his name they searched so far and wide,</div>
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they looked in all
his favorite places he would often hide.</div>
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Not this time,
'cause on this day it wouldn’t be his choice.</div>
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Still they called
out, screamed and cried and longed to hear his voice.</div>
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At 9 years old he'd
seen it all inside his little mind,</div>
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he chased the
squirrels and searched for frogs, or caught what he could find.</div>
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That’s just what
happened on this day besides that narrow creek,</div>
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when looking for
some crawdads, that boy met up with a creep.</div>
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The stranger came
behind him and before he even seen,</div>
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he snatched him up,
he held his mouth, he couldn't even scream.</div>
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The knife was
plunged so deep inside, he could not even cry,</div>
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like trash he threw
him in that creek, and left him there to die.</div>
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This senseless act
of violence gets repeated every day,</div>
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from many different
strangers, in so many different ways.</div>
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What leads a person
down this road, where feelings disappear,</div>
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where madness takes
control and they abandon every tear.</div>
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What makes a soul so
heartless and loose all its vanity,</div>
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The very definition
of a deep insanity.</div>
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The family left
behind is hurt, a void that never fills,</div>
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so many
repercussions when a stranger comes and kills.</div>
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All the lives he
ruins, and so much has been destroyed,</div>
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from the tragedy
that came and took, that poor lost little boy.<br />
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Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13984633173448024743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445524500162402890.post-69309737558502927252010-12-05T04:29:00.000-08:002020-01-15T13:51:13.769-08:00Violence in Silence<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When a child gets abused,</div>
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it leaves them hurt, lost and confused.</div>
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It may be a bruise, or a scar, or much worse,</div>
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that appears as a nightmare and looms like a curse.</div>
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Sending them off in their head to a land,</div>
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where their mind tells their heart, that they must understand.</div>
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Sometimes they move on, and suppress all those fears,</div>
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they deal with the pain, and they wipe away tears.</div>
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But It will never leave them, it can not be done,</div>
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it connects to their mind, like the stars to the sun.</div>
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Their lives are so different than they were before,</div>
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when that pain and abuse, found a way to their door.</div>
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Their trust now is forsaken in those they will meet,</div>
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sometimes long after they get back on their feet.</div>
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The worst thing to do is say nothing at all,</div>
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when you think there's abuse, and still, don't make the call.</div>
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So many have died behind doors that were closed,</div>
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they may have survived if somehow we'd have known.</div>
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Teach them its ok, to face all their fears,</div>
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and if someone has hurt them, we must interfere.</div>
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If parents won't help us, we must find a way,</div>
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to open those doors, and take evil away.</div>
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Somewhere there are children that need our help now,</div>
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they try and break free, still, they do not know how.</div>
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The cries go unanswered, they feel all alone,</div>
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ashamed and abandoned in a cell they call home.</div>
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When strangers take action the lives may be saved,</div>
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of children in danger, neglected, enslaved.</div>
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There's violence in silence, with the words left unspoken,</div>
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that leaves them still victims, now shattered and broken.</div>
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