Child's silent horror
Bestial sexual abuse
No knife scars for life
haiku by Ken e Hall
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I would like to say that what Mel Phillips was doing was not sexual harassment but more sexual abuse of children, because he was doing it in a sexual manner now that I look back on it.
The Child No One Knew
A beautiful baby girl
Beautiful locks of golden curls
Becomes a statistic
Of childhood sexual abuse.
Life-so confusing,
Peace, love, joy,
Hate, hurt, pain - a victim
Of childhood sexual abuse.
God, Christianity, Sunday School,
Peace, love, contentment,
Teaching, learning, playing,
Acceptance, Music, God.
The wheat fields flow,
The corn fields tassel
The hay bales to be harvested
The barn full to bursting.
The cellar holds an enemy,
Little children are hurt there,
Down those steps toward torment,
Over and over again.
Grandma held the answer
But she never told a soul
Family could do no wrong
But she cried and when the child cried
She consoled.
poem by Eva L. Shaw
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For Every Child
For every child who cries at night
Alone with shame in pain and fright
For every child who wants so much
To only feel a gentle touch
For the beaten child, who cries in pain
Whose tears run silent, like the rain
For the child used to satisfy lust
Who never learns to love or trust
For the child taken from her home
And made to feel so all alone
For the child whose home is just a shell
Where life becomes a living hell
For the child who smiles but cannot feel
Because of scars too deep to heal
For every child who yearns for love
I hope and pray to God above
To hear your cries and heal your pain
And give you back your life again
poem by Ashleigh Gaffney
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Violating
Violating as in rape,
Violating as in killing,
Violating as in murder,
Violating as in kidnapping,
The acts of cruelty towards others;
And with emotional scars like sexual abuse!
But the permanent and the physical inquires of the case is like,
An attack on someone's sound mind ans sound health!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sexual Device
(stuart emerson)
Producer for bonnie: stuart emerson
Im a run away freight train
Headin on down your track
Im the eye of a hurricane
Shooting daggers in your back
Im the howl at the window
The sound of a crackling flame
Getting uncontrollable
And the lines about to break
Nine times out of ten
I get what I want
I always want more
Gonna get what Im looking for
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Im a tiger in the bedroom
A mist in the air at night
Inconceivable
An oasis in the fire
A shock on the airwaves
A fighter with a hungry heart
Im incurable
A new sensation
No reservations
This time I win
This time you lose
I still want more
Give me what Im looking for
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Those Who Commit Crimes Against Children
Those who commit crimes against children will surely be made to pay
If the Law does not catch them then Karma will one day
Self esteem they do erode and self confidence destroy
In the mind of their young victim the innocent girl or boy.
The abuse of children by an adult surely a crime of shame
Not many worse crimes than it that one could wish to name
Their innocence stolen from them in their most vulnerable years
For the victims of child abuse humanity sheds tears.
The abuse of a child on human innocence an attack
And innocence when stolen cannot be given back
Some of those who commit such crimes as children may have known abuse
But that for their behaviour not a good enough excuse.
Any crime against a child is a hard crime to forgive
And those guilty of child abuse with their sins have to live
And though on another human being one ought not to wish ill
If the Law does not punish them then Karma surely will.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The photographs of Iraqi prisoners being subjected to degrading and humiliating treatment by their captors, and the reports of acts of sexual abuse, physical abuse, and other acts of maltreatment shock the conscience.
You Will Make Them Proud
What's in a title you may well ask,
Think carefully before you name,
A nom de plume is akin to a mask,
It can be beautiful but it can also maim.
When you're naming a child be wary,
What you call them is theirs for life,
Some names given can be scary,
Remarks made can cut like a knife.
A name can be just like an open wound,
Inside and out it can fester,
If you choose a title that is finely tuned,
They will not then become the court jester.
You may well think you don't really care,
It's your child you can do what you want,
They have to live with it so please be aware,
Your decision could come back to haunt.
When they mature and grow older,
In their title they may well feel ashamed,
Their attitude to you will grow colder,
It will be you who is blamed.
Some human beings can be very cruel,
To abuse they'll use any excuse,
Don't let your child be made feel a fool,
Name them wisely lest they suffer abuse.
Just like in poetry a title can rhyme,
Please ensure you give that some thought,
Some names given should be classed as a crime,
As they can leave the recipient distraught.
I tell you this story as a warning,
My mother entitled me Jock,
Some of the names I'm now adorning,
Have placed me in a state of shock.
You love your child so try to be kind,
That title on them you've endowed,
Will be theirs forever keep that in mind,
choose wisely and,
‘' You Will Make Them Proud ‘'
Broken Home
she came from a broken home
where the parents at each other
would throw stones.
every day they would argue, bicker
and fight, all the way til the night.
not realizing their childs plight.
the child to them in turn would scream
but in the battle she was not seen.
from her father she had sexual abuse
fighting with him, was of no use.
he forced himself upon her at a very young age
from there on, her life would never be the same.
living in fear of what he would do
and who she could turn to.
where could she go
the judicial system moves very slow.
when she had told her mother.
her mother said it could never be
why would he go with you
when he has me?
she knew then, that she would have to leave
and with her being gone, no one would grieve.
she would pack her bags, with everything
she owned, and on the road she would go.
with tears in her eyes, she walked out
the door, to return never more.
and as she got to the swinging gate
her mother screamed to her
but it was too late.
on her dresser bureau, her mother found this note.
you gave birth to me, and brought me
into this world, and you had always said
that i was your little girl.
but when i told you what had happened to me
you laughed and turned your back on me.
so now i am leaving, because i can not
continue this abuse,
don't look for me, it will be of no use.
i love you mom, for you are my mother
just watch out for my little brother.
i am a child from a broken home
and i know that i'm not alone.
poem by Louis Rams
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Research on child abuse suggests that religious beliefs can foster, encourage, and justify the abuse of children. When contempt for sex underlies teachings, this creates a breeding ground for abuse.
quote by Mary Garden
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There is hardly anyone whose sexual life, if it were broadcast, would not fill the world at large with surprise and horror.
quote by W. Somerset Maugham
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Sexual Thing
(laughing)
Jam blues man
There you lay
All by yourself
So please allow me
To introduce myself
I welcome you
To the house of sin
Open your mind
And let the games begin
Im your lust
And Im your greed
Im every sick thought
That you ever done dreamed
Eaten your cake
Now you want some more
Mmm, where have i
Heard that before?
Chorus:
I am your
I am your
Im just your sexual thing
I am your
I am your
Im just your sexual
Aint nothin but a sexual
Its just a sexual thing
Lyin there
You look so horny
Talk is cheap
And startin to bore me
Hold me close
And tell me it feels so good
But damn, girl
You knew it would
Chorus
Solo
Glad to have met you
So pleased that youve come
But I must be movin on
My work here is done
Best believe me you, child
The pleasures been all mine
If youre in need, please do indeed
Call me anytime
Chorus
Theyve got you medicated
Its got you so frustrated
He caught you masturbatin
You rather be fornicating
Well then you come with me
Im gonna set you free
Its just a sexual
Aint nothin but a sexual
Its just a sexual thing
Talking:
What youve witnessed is a sexual fantasy
Please do not try these tricks at home
song performed by by Poison
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My own belief is that there is hardly anyone whose sexual life, if it were broadcast, would not fill the world at large with surprise and horror.
quote by W. Somerset Maugham
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Knife Party
My knife - its sharp and chrome
Come see inside my bones
All of the fiends are on the block
Im the new king, Ill take the queen
cause in here were all anemic
In here - anemic and sweet...so...
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And come in
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And lay down
Go get your knife, go get your knife
Now kiss me
Oooh...well I can float here forever
In this room we cant touch the floor
In here were all anemic
In here - anemic and sweet...so...
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And come in
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And lay down
Go get your knife, go get your knife
Now kiss me
Ohh... I could float here forever
Ohh... anemic and sweet
Ohh... I could float here forever
Ohh... anemic and sweet...so...
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And come in
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And lay down
Go get your knife, go get your knife
Get filthy
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And kiss me...
song performed by by Deftones
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Runaway Child
Runaway Child, don’t have to take it anymore
Runaway Child, just walk out of that door
Runaway Child, no more chances to take
Runaway Child, it’s your choice to make
Runaway Child, aren’t you sick and tired of the pain
Runaway Child, here there’s nothing to gain
Runaway Child, you get treated like dirt
Runaway Child, get away from the hurt
Runaway Child, here it’s no use
Runaway Child, get away from the abuse
Runaway Child, you don’t have 9 lives
Runaway Child, take that step or dive
Runaway Child, why are you still there
Runaway Child, how much pain can you bear
Runaway Child, you don’t have to say goodbye
Runaway Child, say goodbye, when they DIE!
poem by Patrick Harris
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Kiss The Knife
its stupid for me
to let u back in my life
but i cant go no more
without kissing the knife
i know i made u made
i shall pay the price
but all i wanna do is.....
kiss the knife
u can stab me in my back
but i can take that
what makes me feel right
is a kiss to the knife
sharpiest knife in the draw
there is my knife out the door
kiss the knife goodbye
it cut me open
n i gave it my heart my life
i want you back
kiss the knife
poem by James Bost
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Freud's view is that all love is sexual in its origin or its basis. Even those loves which do not appear to be sexual or erotic have a sexual root or core. They are all sublimations of the sexual instinct.
quote by Mortimer Adler
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Scars
We all have scars.
Some visible and some hidden to the world.
We sometimes try to hide the physically scars because we think it is ugly,
but really having scars is not a bad thing.
It reminds us we can heal and get through the bad times both physically and mentally when we are ripped or torn apart.
So embrace you scars and keep on healing.
For healing and battling is a part of life.
Let people see your scars and how strong you are by healing.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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The silent child
The silent child is not a blind child
eyes wide open while yours are closed
you speak to much and listen less
this child of yours will take over
your own creation outsmarting you
he can now see between the cracks
the child realises you are not what you sayd
that you dont do what you say you do
the silent child knows but wont speak
poem by Vincent Brisebois
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Scars
Now I see that you are pushing me away,
The scars remain as my pain,
I can see that my veins are full of scars,
Scars of remaining past,
Scars from all those cutting,
Scars from all the pain I went through,
Love is vain,
The rain might pour down,
But nothing has stop me from seeing the scars I have left behind,
Nothing can’t stop me from seeing the remaining scars,
All my scars, all my memories remain as my pain.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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