Dont Judge!
Hey have you ever thought
Look at her she’s so fake
Well maybe that’s why she’s distraught
Maybe she is trying to hide her mistake
The next time you look and say
Look at him he is pathetic, so mild
See his bruises, the ones they gave today
Tell me then that he is like a useless child
Well you see that girl with killer heels
The one that acts so loose
Well she hasn’t got a good deal
She goes home to her mother’s abuse
You know nothing about the kid
But see only the acts he commits
Don’t see the father from which he hid
Nor the scar from his father’s drunken fits
So don’t tell me you don’t judge
When you see the young girl with a bump
You think she’s a fool, and hold a grudge
But there is a reason she tried to jump
There is more to a book than a cover
There is pain cause from others
There are crimes committed by a lover
There are different reasons why people suffer
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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Young Girl
Young girl Abused and broken
Young girl Alone and Frightened
Young girl Worthless and Ugly
Young girl feels so alone
She has no one to hold her
Young girl's father to drunk to even care
The young girl gets beaten everyday
The young girl wanting to runaway
Young girl will not leave her father alone
Like he has done to her
This young girl's teacher has a note
She reads the note aloud to the class
This young girl was beaten to death
No one had the guts to save her
This young girl bruised and dead
This young girl buried in the cold ground
This young girl has no one to visit her grave
No one asked her how she got her bruises
No one even took a second chance
Goodbye young girl fly away into the arms of God
For He loved you and always will
This young girl happy again
poem by Jasmine Kayleen
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Im the girl:
Im the kind of girl that would order a happy meal
Im the kind of girl that would dance to music whenever I hear it
Im the kind of girl that would make you spit out your drink when I say a joke
Im the kind of girl that would laugh at someone sneeze
Im the kind of girl that cheers the loudest
Im the girl that that makes you feel at eaze
Im the girl that would hold you when you cry
Im the girl that would sit next to you until the day you die
Im the girl that has a fake smile just to make you smile
Im the girl that would do anything to make you happy
Im the girl that would take a bullet for your life
Im the girl no on knows
Im the girl with the fake smile and acts like everything is Ok
Even though it isnt...
Im the girl that always has a smile on face
With a laughter in my breathe
Im the girl that acts the best.....
poem by Miss Dokum
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Im Ok
Once upon a time there was a girl
In her early years she had to learn
How to grow up living in a war that she called home
Never know just where to turn for shelter from the storm
Hurt me to see the pain across my mothers face
Everytime my fathers fist would put her in her place
Hearing all the yelling I would cry up in my room
Hoping it would be over soon
Bruises fade father, but the pain remains the same
And I still remember how you kept me so afraid
Strength is my mother for all the love she gave
Every morning that I wake I look back to yesterday
And Im ok
I often wonder why I carry all this guilt
When its you that helped me put up all these walls Ive built
Shadows stir at night through a crack in the door
The echo of a broken child screaming please no more
Daddy, dont you understand the damage you have done
To you its just a memory, but for me it still lives on
Bruises fade father, but the pain remains the same
And I still remember how you kept me so, so afraid
Strength is my mother for all the love she gave
Every morning that I wake I look back to yesterday
Its not so easy to forget
All the lines you left along her neck
When I was thrown against cold stairs
And every day Im afraid to come home
In fear of what I might see there
Bruises fade father but the pain remains the same
And I still remember how you kept me so afraid
Strength is my mother for all the love she gave
Every morning that I wake I look back to yesterday
And Im ok
Im ok
song performed by by Christina Aguilera
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Daddy Please Don't Hurt Mommy
A little girl stood crying as the father beat the mother,
next to the girl stood her older sister, and older brother.
Alcohol was the demon that drove the beating hand,
the mother bruised, and sobbing cowards from the man.
Why does daddy do that thought the little girl?
Oh how I hate my father, he's the worst person in the world.
The mother now alone in the bedroom with a razor above her wrist.
'Please mommy don't do it, ' the youngest child did persist.
The father starves the mother, three days in a row,
the little girl hates her father, yet the father is too drunk to know.
Is alcohol the problem or does there exist more?
The little girl's answer comes from her sobbing mother lying hurt on the cold, hard floor.
poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
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Girl
IS THERE ANYBODY GOING TO LISTEN TO MY STORY
ALL ABOUT THE GIRL WHO CAME TO STAY?
SHE┬┤S THE KIND OF GIRL YOU WANT SO MUCH
IT MAKES YOU SORRY
STILL YOU DON┬┤T REGRET A SINGLE DAY
AH GIRL! GIRL! GIRL!
WHEN I THINK OF ALL THE TIMES
I┬┤VE TRIED SO HARD TO LEAVE HER
SHE WILL TURN TO ME AND START TO CRY
AND SHE PROMISES THE EARTH TO ME
AND I BELIEVE HER
AFTER ALL THIS TIME I DON┬┤T KNOW WHY
AH GIRL! GIRL! GIRL!
SHE┬┤S THE KIND OF GIRL WHO PUTS YOU DOWN
WHEN FRIENDS ARE THERE
YOU FEEL A FOOL
WHEN YOU SAY SHE┬┤S LOOKING GOOD
SHE ACTS AS IF IT┬┤S UNDERSTOOD
SHE┬┤S COOL OH! OH! OH!
GIRL! GIRL! GIRL!
WAS SHE TOLD WHEN SHE WAS YOUNG
THAT PAIN WOULD LEAD TO PLEASURE?
DID SHE UNDERSTAND IT WHEN THEY SAID
THAT A MAN MUST BREAK HIS BACK
TO EARN HIS DAY OF LEISURE?
WILL SHE STILL BELIEVE IT WHEN HE┬┤S DEAD?
OH GIRL! GIRL! GIRL!
song performed by by Beatles
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Born To Be Ransomed
Born to be ransomed,
Born for a reason,
On one side Love,
On the other side Security,
Mabey,
Taken to be placed elsewhere,
Or,
Mabey,
Taken to be placed with them,
Born to be ransomed,
Held ransomed by those,
For security measures of the father and mother,
So,
They are called on by the beckoning,
Of,
Those holding child held by ransomed,
Is what people do when child means,
A lot to mother and father,
Love and security in family keepings,
Born to be ransomed,
With intent to use child,
By the takers of child,
To profit and gain,
For themselves in lifes times,
When child born is then used,
Till,
Mother and father is killed,
And,
Child is then raised in a racket,
For,
What mother and father were,
And,
Left for the child when child grown,
In giving is receiving,
All that has good intentions,
Gives for good reasons,
Yet,
Why one is born to be ransomed,
Is,
The what see's and pre-desires,
The placement and life,
Of,
What two in love have made,
The unborn child then becomes,
The ransom of what wants,
What,
The two have in love and wealth,
When this goes on and child is grown,
The eyes that see and yet do not understand,
Is,
The child raised seeing all,
From,
The good ways,
To the bad ways,
To the cruel ways,
To,
The crimes committed and seen,
Is,
The eyes of seeing,
From,
Been born in a world disrupted,
Is,
A child born and ransomed,
What is of matter,
Mattering to two,
Two in love,
That,
Choose to be one,
One as in a couple,
To matter and be,
For,
What matters to them,
Is,
What brings matter of two,
To,
Become a matter of one,
A,
Child born of two,
Yet,
Now matter's to none,
But,
What ransoms the child out,
Till,
The child grew to be,
And,
Left them all behind,
Knowing,
Mother and father are dead,
Living,
Life knowing too much,
Just,
From been the ransom,
The ransom,
Of,
All,
That,
Is,
Of,
Mother and father,
Till,
All,
Of,
Mother and father's,
Income and places,
Was,
Spent and giving to others,
Tis,
Then,
Ransomed child grown,
Can,
Leave,
With noting,
But themselve,
To have some kind,
Of life,
Somewhere else,
Faraway!
poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain
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I'm OK
Once upon a time there was a girl
In her early years she had to learn
How to grow up living in a war that she called home
Never know just where to turn for shelter from the storm
Hurt me to see the pain across my mother's face
Everytime my father's fist would put her in her place
Hearing all the yelling I would cry up in my room
Hoping it would be over soon
Bruises fade father
song performed by by Christina Aguilera from Stripped
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Not a Father’s Son
When I was born
You were forlorn.
I was not a father’s son.
I was a bawling girl.
Didn’t even have a curl.
I was not a father’s son.
As time progressed,
In lace I dressed.
I was not a father’s son
I was your only child.
My disposition was mild.
I was not a father’s son.
Did you wish I was a boy?
Would that bring you joy?
I am not a father’s son.
When I married and had a son.
He was named after someone…
Joe, like you; he is your grandson.
poem by Theresa Ann Moore
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The Letter My Father Will Never See
if only one last time i could see you. if only one time i could tell you what i think. if only one time i could say what i've been thinking for all these years. if only i could just not care. if only it didn't hurt so much. if only i could say that you dont matter. if only i could tell you. if only one time you'd listen. if only you knew. if only i could tell you your an ass. if only i could say and put into words what you've put me through. if only you were around to say good job.
as a father you have failed. as a father you were never there. as a father you never held me. as a father you never cared. as a father you never gave me praise. as a father you never brushed my hair. as a father you didn't teach me about life. as a father you didn't teach me how to care. as a father you never showed me love. as a a father you you let me cower in the corner. as a father you scared the hell out of me every night of the week. as a father you came home drunk. as a father you didn't put me to bed. as a father you never gave me a hug as a father you were my worst night. however, for some reason i cant fathom your my father. and for the same reason i cant fathom how you earned the title when being a father was one thing that you never were and dont seem to want to be.
The Death of Rebellion (Narrative)
She was a sweet young girl
The apple of her father's eyes
Her long hair blessed with curls
She was adored by all the guys.
Her father tried to set rules
His attempts at discipline,
To guide her from home to school
And to watch where she had been.
But the young Miss felt quite fenced
And rebelled like all young people,
With repeated lies and offense
She made her father miserable.
Now the young woman had a boyfriend
A fellow classmate with whom she went,
The young man she'd always defend
When with rules her father was bent.
One day without his knowledge,
The young sweethearts went for a date.
The days searching left him on edge,
When they found her, it was rather too late.
Any father will melt at the horror
Of finding his daughter so dead,
Twenty stab wounds from her young lover
Whose drug-crazed mind was addicted.
Yes the father loved her so much
But his child was warped in rebellion.
He could only grieve and watch
As she swallowed her own destruction.
'A fool spurns his father's discipline, but whoever heeds correction
shows prudence.'
Proverbs 15: 5
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August 4,2009
Tarlac City
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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You Cant Judge A Book
You cant judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you cant judge a man by looking at the cover
And you cant judge a book by looking at the cover
When I was young and went to school
My mama taught me the magic rule
And what she said I tried my best to follow
She said
You cant judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you cant judge a man by looking at the cover
And you cant judge a book by looking at the cover
Then I left school and moved around
And what I saw and what I found
Made me remember what she said to follow
She said
You cant judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you cant judge a man by looking at the cover
And you cant judge a book by looking at the cover
And now I think, by now Id know, that what appears is not always so
And I remember what she said to follow
She said
You cant judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you cant judge a man by looking at the cover
And you cant judge a book by looking at the cover
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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You Cant Judge A Book By Looking At The Cover
1: you cant judge a apple by lookin at the tree.
Cant judge a honey by lookin at the bee.
Cant judge a daughter by lookin at the mother.
You cant judge a book by lookin at the cover.
Chorus: oh-oh, cant you see? you misjudged me, baby!
I look like a farmer but--Im a lover!
Cant judge a book by lookin at the cover.
2: you cant judge sugar by lookin at the pan.
Cant judge a woman by lookin at her man.
Cant judge one by lookin at the other.
You cant judge a book by lookin at the cover.
Chorus: oh-oh, cant you see? you misjudged me!
I look like a farmer but--Im a lover!
Cant judge a book by lookin at the cover.
3: you cant judge a fish by lookin in the pond.
Cant judge right by lookin at the wrong,
Cant judge a-one by lookin at the other.
You cant judge a book by lookin at the cover.
Chorus: oh-oh, cant you see? you misjudged me!
I look like a farmer but--Im a lover!
Cant judge a book by lookin at the cover.
4: cant judge a apple by lookin at the tree, baby.
Cant judge honey by lookin at the bee.
Cant judge a daughter by lookin at the mother.
You cant a book by lookin at the cover.
Chorus: oh-oh, cant you see? you misjudged me!
I look like a farmer but--Im a lover!
Cant judge a book a-by lookin at the cover.
Source: mark atkins (by ear), 4/30/00
song performed by by Monkees
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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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Tthe abusive ways people express their sexuality
The developmental issues of sexuality are complex, it is epigenesist at its best and worse at times. Most of the abusive ways people express their sexuality is through fronts of being "the good, " the good Parent, the good religious instructor, the good coach, just checking your under close to make certain you have them on right, real, perverted freaks pretending to love a child, and care for a child when in fact they are just enacting their own past abuse behind a fake role, a fake motive. And the passive parent, or passave one that lets it happen without doing anything. Such stunted people just use children as fronts, they are Bookies, drug dealers, fake businessman, and fake politician. The fake politician, is perhaps the worse, like the fake father it is all about his vanity, he will destroy his son for his vanity and cover it up with righteousness.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Introducing... Me!
I am the woman who was the girl who thought she was alone.
The same girl that pretended to be the life of our group to stay on top.
The girl who was everyone's friend even though I did not like myself very much.
I was the girl who thought that love only came in one form.
So I used it to my advantage and ended up scorned.
I was the girl that found herself in trouble too deep to be fished out.
I was the girl who grew up too fast with no way out.
I had to grow, so that I might learn to be the mother I needed to be.
I was the girl who was a child-mother with only my own mother there for me.
The girl who was afraid to pout who had to be always brave.
The girl who felt as if I never got but only gave.
I was the girl who made all her own choices and stood up to take responsibility.
I was the girl who told the world how dare you judge her because of me.
Now I am the woman who, will fight the very devil for my childrens lives.
I fought him for two of my babies and won, my fourth in God's arms lay.
I am the woman who will stand up and shout for what I believe.
The woman who learned the hard way there is no reprieve.
I am the woman who finally learned how to love herself.
And in doing so found true love at last.
I am the woman who is the life of the party now.
The woman that has few real friends, but they matter more then they did then.
I am the woman who can cry and know it will be alright.
I am the woman who can say,
I am beautiful today.
If not for one woman who was there to help show me how.
I would not be the woman standing here now.
My Mother is the woman in me who I long to be.
My Mother is the woman I emmulate and hope my girls will come to be like.
She is stronger then Breast Cancer. Stronger then Divorce.
Stronger then all the trials I put her through.
If she were not here today what would I do?
poem by Lydie Mathers
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The Girl Who Is Me
Me
A simple word
Yet at the same time
Complicated
Describes a girl who was born
On the 25th of June in 1994
A girl who was two days early
Me
The girl who would
Walk down the street carrying Barney
And holding mommy’s hand
And as she walked in the store
The clerks would ask her
If she was ready for her daily m&m’s
Me
The girl who thought
She was betrothed at five
The girl who got into kindergarten early
Because she was “smart”
The girl who couldn’t tell at first
Whether her first best friend
Was a boy or a girl
Because her hair was so short
Me
The girl who always got good grades
The girl whose reading level
Was above average
The girl who was in love
With beanie babies
Me
The girl who felt trapped
By the arms of her father
The girl who had to
Change the weekends
So that she could stop the sickness
Me
The girl who went to seventh grade
Ready to have fun
And make new friends
The girl who went all through
Junior high with nothing less
Than A’s and B’s
Me
The girl who started high school
With fear of failure
The girl who soon found out
That it wasn’t all that bad
Me
The girl who got hurt
By someone else’s mistake
The girl who, for the longest time
Thought maybe she should
Just give up
But refused to anyway
Even though it was easy
Me
A girl...
A girl.
I met this girl with a beautiful personality, but had a lot to hide.
A girl with compassion.
A girl with sorrow hidden deep into her heart, that only a key can open it.
A girl that hasn't found her full potential, but yet knows where she wants to be and what to do with her heart.
A girl who wants to explore the world.
A girl who loves and hates.
A girl who is awake, yet she sleeps.
She's just an ordinary girl who does ordinary things.
A girl who gets mistreated because she's in a residential facility.
A girl who has no one to love her and care for her.
A girl who has to deal with teasing and bullying everyday of her life,
as long as she can remember.
She's just a girl...
And that girl is me!
poem by Shannon Monroe
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Orphan Girl
(gillian welch)
I am a orphan
On gods highway
But Ill share my troubles
If you go my way
I have no mother
No father no sister
No brother
I am an orphan girl
I have had friendships
Pure and golden
But the ties of kinship
I have not known them
I know no mother
No father no sister
No brother
I am an orphan girl
But when he calls me
I will be able
To meet my family
At gods table
Ill meet my mother
My father my sister
My brother
No more an orphan girl
Blessed savior
Make me willing
And walk beside me
Until Im with them
Be my mother
My father my sister
My brother
I am an orphan girl
Be my mother
My father my sister
My brother
I am an orphan girl
I am an orphan girl
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Infinite Love
Innocent love was within deception
Which resulted in conception
Of a child who was by her father rejected
And wrongfully denied and neglected
A wet face from the mother’s tears
As she worried how she’s going to get through the years
A little girl with her father’s face
With a broken heart and an empty space
Oh! How mother tried as hard as she could
To raise her right and do what she should
Rebellion stepped in and the girl lost respect
She was addicted to sex, and lost control of herself
She hated being home, and loved being on the streets
Seeking what was not home between the sheets
She lived carelessly doing whatever she please
But silently hoping for love; so her addiction would cease
Although she may have thought; she wasn’t alone
As the father her father she seeks was on his throne
Wherever she went he was always with her
He cherishes her more than gold or silver
One day she read psalms 136
And her father told her don’t be deceived by devilish tricks
Don’t you know how much you mean to me
My feelings for you are beyond infinity
What you are finding is not love
It’s not in front of you it’s from above
So stop being confused by lies of men
And know that true love will never end
poem by Nikiesha Richards
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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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