To my Wife's Step-Father
All because of you
I cannot wear white T-shirts
Or play Hey Jude
And other songs of '68
Around a busy house
In part for what you did
I cannot make love
To my wife, can't break through
The wall of anti-depressants
She has raised up to protect
Against your memory's assault
Thanks to your abuse
There are shadows hidden
In every moment of light
And unexploded ordnance, seeded in the soil
That should be the bed of love
You were God-fearing
You made her fear you like a god
Hiding in the congregation
Where you are buried now, I'm sure
It's you who are afraid
All we really need
Is for Time to back right up
To return to a beginning
Where you never adopted her
Nor could pose as any father
To agents of child welfare
Time for a brand new start
Where those long years of abuse
Have been strangled, all along with you
At the moment of birth
But for now it's clear
There'll be no reconciling
While this river runs its polluted course
Until another generation
Has reached another shore.
poem by Frank Bana
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Activism against child and women abuse
It’s been going on for a while
Women experiencing abuse from men
And kept quite about it coz of fear
It’s time for women to come out of the closet
And let your voice be heard
They say problem shared is problem halved
But now it’s gonna be problem shared is problem solved
It’s time to take a stand against women and child abuse
Coz abuse and humiliation of women and children is not supposed to be happening
We need to love and respect (our) women and children
I hardly express my appreciation for a woman
How do I start to thank you for contribution you made in my life?
Because of you, I know how to respect a woman
Because of you, (I know that) I have a happy home
I can easily smile when I look at you
Coz of the way you raised me
I am very thankful to have you in my life
I’m very thankful for showing me the power of a woman
How do I start to show my appreciation?
How do I make you happy?
We need to protect our children! ! ! ! To every women, you are the best
poem by Oduetse Gabonnwe
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The Child, The Man And The Old Man....
i look at the child
at the farther nook of a old house.
there is no chair and beside the door
is a box, it is empty
and the child in fear
took its hiding there
a favorite place
safety box, safe house,
the four corners are
so silent
and the child is happy
asleep in a moment.....
time travels like horses with wings.
there is a man
with a long bird his toenails
are long, no time to cut them
it throat is swollen
bacterial infection again
or the weather changes
cold this time then hot in
a moment
dusts all over the place
and white painted houses
it is lonely, child and man
at the same time
and not one of him speaks
they become one box
and one flap opens to
a sky
always there are
no extra hands. it is reality.
there is an old man
with words of thread
sewing upon its lips.
there is a very dark night.
the child, the man and the old man
are asleep
inside a box, safe and
silent.
there is no morning.
it is final.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Karma
I drop a stone into the ocean
Every choice another turn of the screw
Another wheel set in motion
With every single thing I do
Its there in the air that I breathe
Its in my whisper and scream
Inside everything I believe
And its all gonna come around someday
As the smallest stream runs to a river
And every river runs to the sea
So every little bit of love I give to another
You know that I believe it comes back to me
There is no absolution whether Im the garden or the rose
If I aint part of the solution, yeah you know how that goes
You can always leave but you bring it all back home someday
As the smallest stream runs to a river
And every river runs to the sea
So every little bit of love I give to another
You know that I believe it comes back to me
Every single thing I say, everyone that I betray
Any love that I take when I do not make it in return
Every thing I do and every time Ive been unfaithful too
All the things that I believe are lessons I must learn
As the smallest stream runs to a river
And every river runs to the sea
So every little bit of love I give to another
You know that I believe it comes back to me
As the smallest stream runs to a river
And every river runs to the sea
So every little bit of love I give to another
You know that I believe it comes back to me
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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In This Moment
In life there comes a moment when all things are made clear, and my clarity is in this moment.
In this moment I know that I want to live the rest of my life beside you.
In this moment I know I want to start my own branch on my family tree with you.
In this moment I know that I love you.
So as I take your hand and gaze into your eyes I know that this moment is the right moment to ask you to be my wife.
Now, before you say yes think because if you do our life together forever begins
in this moment.
Fear Not the Unknown Face of Fear
You cant predict what you'll be afraid of next,
just hope with time the fear will fade.
I look back at all
that frightened me
as child and laugh.
Before cancer, organ failure,
global takeover or sudden car crash,
there were ufos, bolts of lightning,
Spielberg's E.T. and
thoughts of my parents divorcing,
peewee herman made me cry
as did the thought of my father
being deployed to fight in a foreign war.
There were the unknowns waiting in my closet,
the shadows lurking outside my window.
Thought of scorpions and blackwidows,
stinging and biting,
as I went to put on my shoes.
Then came the fear
of not being accepted as cool;
what brand is my shirt,
what brand are your shoes?
Fear to speak
afraid of judgment
afraid of asking for help
afraid of my own scary self
the fear of mirror reflection
afraid of peer rejection
fear of the snickers
afraid of the whispers
afraid of opinion
fear of the truth
fear of goodbyes
afraid of hellos
fear of the dark
afraid of the bed
fear of my own frightful head
wosrt of all the fears
the fear surrounding the dead
No fear now in the comforting voice,
assuring the fear is all inside my head.
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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The Sha La La Song
At last its over,
I knew I could not hold him,
His love for freedom
Was far too strong.
But though hes gone now
My life is just beginning,
Ill soon forget him,
Ill soon forget him,
I must forget him, lord!
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new day beginning.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new love that waits for me.
Will I remember,
Will I still hear him whisper ?
Will I still feel his
Lips on mine ?
In dreams I see him,
Perhaps hell stay forever
And all Im wishing
And all Im hoping
And all my longing, too.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new day beginning.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new love that waits for me.
He made me happy
And though I suffered, too,
Theres no mistaking
Our love was true.
But such a sweet love
Just wasnt meant to be
And its all over
Yes, its all over,
And now its done Ill start anew.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new day beginning.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new love beginning.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new day beginning.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new love beginning.
song performed by by Smiths
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I Have This Philosophy
As a child I had threatened to run away.
In fact...
It was either the fourth or the fifth time,
When I made that anoouncement...
To come to realize,
No one was paying me any attention at all.
And on one of those occasions,
My mother told me to take out the garbage...
Before I went anywhere!
She really didn't understand the severity of the moment.
I was all of ten years old and extremely serious.
I was trying to make this point...
I was going to be missed!
My niece, Shayla, did the same thing.
But she came back home to say to her parents,
She had a need for her checkbook and had forgotten it.
Like me...
She has excellent penmanhip.
AND she doesn't play.
Or has time for nonsense.
She's all business and serious.
'Go Shayla.
I'm so glad you discovered adulthood! '
We both had lots to learn about life.
Especially the part of life that one learns...
DO NOT BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS,
Anythng connected to your survival.
Including those who give lucrative allowances...
To afford our checkbooks...to forget!
I love my niece.
As young people,
We begin to test those independent waters...
Early.
Many of us were forced to.
But as we grow...
Those 'come-and-find-me' games,
Are a bit childish, tired and very old.
And when one plays them over fourty...
Something should connect in their minds,
They play these games alone.
I have this philosophy about life...
If you can not teach a grown cat hygiene,
And if an adult runs into hiding...
In fear of reprisals for something wrong they've done.
Only to seek, ultimately, a pat on the back.
To be stroked like a missing cat when they return....
That person is in need more than 'a' lesson to learn.
That litter box needs to be put outside of the house for good.
'What does that mean? '
I did not say it was a 'good' philosophy...
To be quickly understood.
Some philosophies have to sit and marinate,
Longer than some.
I said I 'have' this philosophy about life.
You figure it out!
It has to be lived to enable it to make sense.
And stop looking at me like that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That child
Eight years old and already hate life
Abused by her adopted mother
Raped by her adopted brother
She is just a child and she cant be more.
The bruises on her back keeps her silent
She cries at night till the pain is numb
And when he is on top of her she drifts away
Away from body away from spirit.
Nine years old and it continues
To protect her blood brother from the same
She pretends nothing is wrong
For him, trying so hard to be strong.
She cared so much for her blood brother
She took his bruises upon her self
And he was only a year younger
And they both were just kids.
Ten years old and he still knows nothing
She must be the best secret keeper
Or just a scarred girl who doesnt want her brother to know
Either way she is just a child.
Eleven years old nothing changes
Twelve years old she is getting fed up
The nights when he would come in and do what ever
Forced to mature before her time.
Fourteen she tells her adopted mother
And adopted mother beats her and the girl knows not why
Is it because the mother doesn't believe her
Or does not care enough for her feelings
Sixteen she tries to runaway
Her aunt talks to her so she goes back
Seventeen she moves out and graduate high school
What do you know she graduate with honors.
Eighteen she joins the military
Her blood brother still knows nothing
He see her for her success and not her struggle
That is how she want to keep it.
Her childhood was taking
She just met her birth father
Knows not her birth mother
Her biological brother is all she has
At Nineteen she wrote this poem.
And still remembers that child.
poem by Tressa Carliss
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That Moment Of Time Gives The Meaning
Time passing by like a river in spring time,
Time always runs and never looks back,
We hold onto time and we use it,
But time is never ours, even when we wanted it to be so much.
With every second passing by,
Now we desperately hold the moment, soon it will be gone,
We shouldn't waste those precious moments,
Once it's lost, we'll never get it back.
There is time for hope,
To love, to remember, to enjoy, to forgive,
There is time, we shouldn't lose,
There is time for everything.
Do not let time be wasted in vain,
Without time, there is no meaning,
Use that time to make a mark in your life,
That moment of time gives the meaning.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Break Your Silence
Break Your Silence
Written by Selvin ‘Ewan’ McRae
www.flavasquadent.com / [email protected]
Break your silence hun don’t be afraid
Speak your mind ma’ tell it to that friend
Let your voice be heard don’t be scared
There are a lot more like you out there
I see you hiding under those shades
All swollen, battered and bruised
With a straight face, holding your head up high
Yet in your eyes I can tell your smile is a lie
Break your silence girl I’m listening
This is abuse don’t make it a secret
Break your silence, tell it to me
And remember after abuse, it is decease
Over a million abused each year worldwide
Some has never recovered because they died
Took it all in the name of love but love lied
Only because this thing called love is blind
Set your self free, tell it to me
Of course change is in me likewise he
But if you continue to cover for him
The change in him you’ll never see
Break your silence and set your self free
poem by Selvin Mcrae
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This Is The Moment
This is the moment
This is the day
This is the moment
When I know
I am on my way
Every endeavor
I have made ever
Is coming into play
Is here and now today
This is the moment
This the time
When the momentum
And the moment
are in rhyme
Give me this moment
My precious chance
I'll gather up my best
And make some sense atlast
This is the moment
When all I've done
All of the dreaming,
scheming
And screaming
becomes one
This is the day,
Just see it shine
When all that I have lived for
Becomes mine
This is the moment
This is the hour
When I can open up,
Tomorrow
like a flower
And put my hand to
Everything I plan to
Fulfill my grand desire
See all my stars align
This is the moment
My final test
Destiny beckoned
I never reckoned second best
I won't look back
I must not fall
This is the moment
The sweetest moment
Of them all
This is the moment
So double the odds
This day or never
I'll sit forever
with the gods
When I look back
I will recall
Moment for moment
This was the moment
The greatest moment of them all.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Breaking Out of Yuma
Has anyone ever noticed?
How abuse chains and prisons their souls?
Leaves them living in the past!
And just like the dust,
Seen with the sun beams shine through the glass
They float there, memory, you inhale pain
And gasp
My friends, my family,
The day has will come
When, you must make a decision.
Break out of those endless prisons!
Face those truths,
Those things that hurt so bad,
They rule your life,
Every time, angry or sad...
I know it's against the law to escape some prisons...
But the abusers put you this one...
It was after all, and against your decision
I too know why, your so angry and mad!
It's time to face them... It's hard to do,
Cause it just hurts so damn bad...
The abuser, they made it your little secret,
They were the ones,
There... Locking that first door.
Then they came back.
Giving you more, and more, and more...
They were the wardens, with the keys.
Robbing youth, innocence,
Ignorings your plea's.
Demolishing, your hearts, souls, and tears...
Adding to your life sentence,
Ten, Twenty, Thirty more years...
They manipulted... it needed to be a secret...
So they tricked you, denile, silence,
Into that fake decision...
Because it was them, that needed
To be in that prison...
And the walls now built... So strong and tall...
It keeps your souls? Safe? Hurt? and Small?
So when you hurt, or your heart can't take anymore,
Your escape, Denile... Clanking shut those big strong doors...
It's the easy-way to escape, retreat to your cell,
They made it, Living already in Yuma, Living Hell...
And when in that prison,
There's is nobody to help, nobody to tell...
The problem is, it locks the wrongs ones, out...
Then they get mad, Claiming no love, and shout...
They plead and cry...Please... Don't lock us out...
so I say it's time...
It's time to break out...
Please its time...
Break out...
You'll find everything you want and more
Happiness, and kindness
But, Only if you break down your own prison doors...
I know it's hard to do
With so much abuse trapped with you...
I know it's hard to admit..
Abuse and all those things...
But within the sounds of silence,
Truths hammers ring...
Those cells. Walls and doors so strong and tight,
Break them down takes all your might...
But when you do, Freedom... Love so pure...
Brilliance white...
And then you can look forward, to the Sunrises...
And in awe, The Milky Way at nights...
Clyde Grant Bryson
7 June 2012
My friends the only way to stop abuse, is speak out about it.
Fight abuse with truth, don't let denile keep the secrets...
Abuser always place the abuse on the victims... and then blame anyone but themselves...
And remember love and kindness can only be recived back if givin out first... so in order to have love, one must give love first in order to recieve love the heart must be prepared back... Love can only be giving from within, and can only be recived from within...
And so it is the same truth with hate, racism, denile... And with that thought, I have givin a lot for you to think about..
poem by Clyde Bryson
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The Day Will Come
When the tombstone reads my name
There at-last
There will be no pain
Maybe my family will say then
That they didn't know me that well
Now maybe, They'll start to understand
What made my heartaches, and swells
We were so young when
I started the fight
To end that past
It's why I couldn't ever hold my tears back
You see, I was the one that had
Gotten tired of what made them cry
Now maybe they'll stand here
Trying to understand my words and why
So
Those words, on my tombstone
Shows how true love, says good-by
But the time is not now
Yet the time is slowly coming near
On that day they will see love
My kind of love, that doesn't cause tears
It's what I've fought for
All those years
So on my tombstone
They'll see what I've done
How I ended all their abuse
Through love songs that I've sung
poem by Clyde Bryson
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If looking to make a little mistake
I have come to you
Do not ask me why I am so
We had met on the
other end of this song also...
The moment of which some memory and
some forgetting were weaved
And now all over we are in a tune
played on the festival of strangers,
If it is there, do not ask me of its beginning
Do not ask me of birth
in which way I am...
For death I have seen and my birth is many
I do not have long words to tell you
of my stories
of escapes and chase
inside the caves of the heart
in a dropp and a sea
a moment and an age
blend together and turn into a company
that is why night is young, always.
If my sorrows are caressed by unseen thoughts
If my tears are theft by the traps styled by my own self
Ask me not, why I don't cry
In the lanes of life, I too turn back
to take a glance at places
which I have left and to which shall never return.
In an unspoken voice
I write on you the music of a touch
We shall never know, the last time we sit side by side
And speak and think of nothing has just passed.
If looking to make a little mistake...
I ask you what the colour of love is
In which garden blossoms the butterfly
And embarks on to eternity to meet the wings of rainbow
Know that, it is in the joy of celebration
of the defeat of my ageless loneliness
in the hands of meeting a moment of yours,
I am portraying my own sketches in a shade even
not known to me
So just let me make a little mistake
As I come across a mirror while crossing the road
Let me glance at myself and not think what I see to be known..
...
Eternity
I was born on the banks of eternity
A page of the history it teaches
Not a care, lived my life like a hurricane
Leaving everything along the way in pieces
Some may have cheered, some may have wondered
If I am flesh, if I am stone
Thoughts of you tear through me like thunder
You are the light that has led me back home
Take me to the river, baby
Wash away the lies
Ive got no reputation living in your eyes
Take me to eternity
Let me bury this disguise
A southern boy has it harder sometimes
Its like you were climbing a razor
You were there when my dreams had all turned to dust
And the man in the mirror was a stranger
Look at me now, a soulless survivor
No mask can hide the man that Ive made
You ease my pain
Your make it silent
Slowly I feel it beginning to fade
I want to feel it
Rushing over me into the tide
I want to taste it
Every moment til the end of my life
I have laid still, adrift in you memory
Hoping your faith would erase all the years
Maybe some time, maybe some magic
Maybe your love will make everything clear
Take me to the river, baby
Wash away the lies
Ive got no reputation living in your eyes
Take me to eternity
Let me bury this disguise
Take me to the river, baby
Wash away the lies
There are no expectations hiding in your eyes
Take me to eternity
And let me bury this disguise
song performed by by Richard Marx
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This crazy country
I’m in this crazy country
If I could leave I would go tomorrow never to return
Oh Allah how can I go
From this crazy country
When I do what I do for the sake of Allah
My 1st Daughter
The strong & the brave
She was physically & emotionally abused
Some years ago
Taken from me brought up by another
No one knows why
But
Daughter no.2
She was allowed to stay
To be abused
Physically, emotionally & attempted sexually
With emotional problems
No fear of danger
Her father still free
To abuse another
1son & twin daughters the pain still goes on
He is still free
As free as can be
Daughter no 2 went to a special school
She learned to survive
Not wanting to become a woman
She was ready to come home
Her room was made nice
The sisters helped to decorate
Ready for her return
You made new friends
In your white community
They told you that you are British
Me myself I’m not proud to be half British
I’m ashamed you see at what they do to my family
I am a Muslim from Islam
That’s what maters to me
What happened to what I taught you to believe.
You come from a multi-cultural family
You decided to stay
Not come home how can this be
My child needs her mom
I’m told the law gives her the right to choose in this country
So you god fearing mom’s beware when your child goes to school
In this crazy country
As children suffer & even die
There parents free
Free as can be
Then there is my son child no.3
Taken from me
He is with his father you see
In this crazy country
My son runs to be with me
Now he needs therapy
Just for wanting me
I am a God fearing mom doing all I can for my family
In this crazy country
As I see with my eyes
Hear with my ears
What you do to my Brothers & Sisters in this country
I want to leave & go some place where I can be free
As free as can be
To give my all to people who need me
Oh Allah how can I leave this crazy country
When I do what I do for the sake of Allah
To be there for my family
People try to bring me down for I’m a God fearing mom
Before I go
Leave this crazy country
Remember this
You might be free as free as can be
In this crazy country
But when judgment day comes
Who will be free
As free as can be
Will it be you
Or will it be me?
poem by mariam khan Farah Abdulahi
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The Clock On The Wall
The clock ticks on the wall
The same walls
That saw my family
Grow from childhood
To adulthood
The tick tock of time
Each stroke captures
A time a place
Were we visit back
In memories of old
A birth a death
A wedding of bliss
Each memory reflected
In the glass of a
Clock that sits upon the wall
As time ticks by
We look at our lives
What we have done
Where we have gone
Have we wasted any?
Precious time that
Makes our lives whole
So savor the moment
And make each moment count
poem by Kaila George
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I Believe
Here I am a man in a new generation
Keep hanging on to where I belong
I believe the world is one
Behind this masquerade
Reach out of the darkness
And bring in the light into day
Here I am a man with a old fascination
(just an old fascination)
Still holding the line on my time
cause I believe the day will come
When things will work out right
Reach out to your brothers
And save every mother and child
Well I want you to know
I believe that a love can find a way
And I believe that a heart of stone can break
I believe that a wise man hears a call
And the writings on the wall
And its shining so bright and clear
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I believe whats done is done
And what will be will be
Reach out to each other
A moment is all you need
Well I want you to know
I believe that a love can find a way
And I believe that a heart of stone can break
I believe that a wise man hears a call
And the writings on the wall
And its shining so bright and clear
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Just About Now
Just about now
I'd be watching you wake up
Feeling my heart beat with yours
Just about now
Is when we would make love
Like all of the mornings before
But I know it don't help to turn the clock back
'Cause I'm not gonna make it
'Til I face this fact
This is not about trying to go back in time
This is not about where I'll be a year down the line
It's just moment to moment
Surviving somehow
This is not about then
This is just about now
Just about now
You'd pull in the driveway
And I'd be there waving hello
Run to my arms
You'd kiss me and hold me
As if you'd never let go
And it's just about now when the tears start to fall
I wonder if I'm gonna make it at all
This is not about trying to go back in time
This is not about where I'll be a year down the line
It's just moment to moment
Surviving somehow
This is not about then
This is just about now
It's just moment to moment
Surviving somehow
This is not about then
This is just about now
song performed by by Faith Hill from Take Me As I Am
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New Beginning
The whole worlds broke and it aint worth fixing
Its time to start all over, make a new beginning
Theres too much pain, too much suffering
Lets resolve to start all over make a new beginning
Now dont get me wrong - I love life and living
But when you wake up and look around at everything thats going down -
All wrong
You see we need to change it now, this world with too few happy endings
We can resolve to start all over make a new beginning
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
The world is broken into fragments and pieces
That once were joined together in a unified whole
But now too many stand alone - theres too much separation
We can resolve to come together in the new beginning
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
We can break the cycle - we can break the chain
We can start all over - in the new beginning
We can learn, we can teach
We can share the myths the dream the prayer
The notion that we can do better
Change our lives and paths
Create a new world and
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
The whole worlds broke and it aint worth fixing
Its time to start all over, make a new beginning
Theres too much fighting, too little understanding
Its time to stop and start all over
Make a new beginning
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
We need to make new symbols
Make new signs
Make a new language
With these well define the world
And start all over
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over ...
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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