I read on Resurrection’s page  that it is Child Abuse Prevention Month. April is also National Poetry Month. So I am still following her example . Here is my second poem.It was not the poem I intended to write but as I mentioned in the previous poem boys are effected too. DaPoet  also commented on this too saying that boys and men are effected by this human trade too. So I have shelved the other poem for now to write this one about a boy. I hope it does not offend anyone. I have tried not to be too visual but these things need to be faced.

NB: the title is the boy’s name . Chimwuanya it means “My God’s eyes are open.”


Police Detective :  “He didn’t stand a chance you can see that that is true look at those wounds, you say they are hammer marks?”

Pathologist :Yes that is true. A 14yr old male, emaciated, visible bruises to all the limbs and torso , cigarette burns on hands and soles of the feet cut marks on chest and back not a good life I bet.


The Boy.

Is that me on the table I did try to tell those men but I was not able. I know they can see what was done to my body  but they cannot see the damage to my mind and soul. I feel used, abused,  beaten. Had I of survived I would never of been whole.I would be a dirty empty hole.

I was the oldest and so I was sent away they gave my mother food and promised her money from my pay. If I worked hard and did as I was told, I would be fed and clothed if I was good. They took me far away to another land. It was cold and busy people shouted at me words I did not understand.

They gave me clothes and lots of jobs to do. I slept in a cupboard which smelt of something strong. The man had a wife and children who had beds to sleep upon. At first when they were all out I would read the children’s books and at their toys I took little looks. I’d take  extra food as I was fed very meagrely. I loved those books and I devoured the words with joy so eagerly.

Then one day I fell asleep on the big boy’s bed he came home from school and caught me ….. The Misses shouted and hit me, all I could do was hang my head! She told the Mr when he came in from work he beat with a broom told me I lazy greedy and a shirk.

Then Misses went  away and took the children on holiday. My work got more and in the evening the Mr had visitors, men. I had to do what they wanted me to. I thought I’d die but I was afraid of hell  but soon I realized I was in hell .

I cannot tell you what those men got me to do, it was foul to me and dirty and I loathed myself through and through. They beat me if I fought them, they beat me if I squealed they beat me and abused me,my life was no longer real.

I never liked the dark but I grew to love it and my cupboard became my home for in the quiet and dark I could let my memory loose and through my village I’d roam.

Then last week the boss brought three men who were nastier than the rest  they all did such things to me they would not let me rest. When I started bleeding the Mr got annoyed with me about the mess. So they dragged to their car took me somewhere  quiet beat with with their hammers ….you can see the rest.


Pathologist : Yes he has been sexually abused, on a regular basis I would say. Starved, beaten hardly washed kept out of light and used as an ash tray.

14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Missus Tribble
    Apr 11, 2012 @ 11:36:32

    It’s so tragic that this awful thing still happens.


  2. Missus Tribble
    Apr 11, 2012 @ 12:28:21

    Also, I’d like to pass the Blog On Fire Award to you – I couldn’t find your URL to post it before so I’m glad you posted so I could find it 🙂


  3. Mira Jay
    Apr 11, 2012 @ 13:09:56

    O’ my Lord… a Daisy in the hands of monsters:'(


  4. stephenedwards425
    Apr 11, 2012 @ 13:49:52

    One of the most distinct drawbacks of the internet is the inability for you to see how my hands shake as I type, or the tears that form in the corner of my eyes, or the steely resolve in my heart to reach out, in any and every way I can, to put an end to any mistreatment, in any form, to any one.

    Be encouraged!


    • willowdot21
      Apr 11, 2012 @ 17:46:15

      Why thank you I am encouraged by what you have to say. I am glad to have touched your heart but sorry if I have upset you. We must be ever willing to help we cannot afford to look away .


  5. benjosh243
    Apr 11, 2012 @ 14:13:40

    This is very deep…Child abuse is real and must be stopped!


  6. granbee
    Apr 11, 2012 @ 18:27:50

    Willowdot, you have definitely been chosen to bring right out into the brightest light the horrors of such sexual abuse and violence against both young girls and young boys! You are honoring National Poetry Writing Month and Child Abuse Awareness Month better than I could possibly do. I TOTALLY support you here in all these posts! I will be returning to my critterly journey posts on 04/12/2012, (tomorrow) and WILL include some near-miss incidence of this type of abuse against one of our young critterly friends and the resuce by them of a victim in the rocks barely alive. Stay tuned!


    • willowdot21
      Apr 11, 2012 @ 18:38:33

      OH! Thanks you again, I keep thanking you but it is genuine I am so grateful for your support and help! I am delighted to hear that you are picking up the baton for truth and bringing this awful problem to eyes and minds of the many. I think as Old Crow crawed to me just now! “Weezes have a jobly to do to shine the light on the sinners… True!”


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