Round up of April Child Abuse Awareness Month.

I originally wrote this post and all the posts I have done over these last days of April Child Abuse Awareness Month over 11 years ago… NOTHING HAS CHANGED.

Today is the last day of April and I have to say I am glad. Everything I have researched, everything I have written about Child Abuse has made me sick and sad! Children are our future a singer once sang, but he had, had his childhood stolen and he became a strange and sad man and he is not the only one.

Yes children are our future but at this rate do we have one. Children are mistreated , abused, sold down the river in every single country under the sun. The poems I have written have all been stories but are all based on facts I researched. The things that are done to children, some beaten black and blue. Married off at eight or nine or sold in to slavery too, girls cut and sewn up simply to please men, young boys dressed as girls and taught to dance bought and owned by “Pious” men and used for sex after they have watched them prance.

Children in refugee camps prisoners of war…so many wars in this world so many refugees. This video is about Syria but it could be any war at the moment. How can they grow up normal?

Children and young people bullied at their school, harassed by phone and internet just for not being this weeks “cool” Young girls taken out of school and trained to be prostitutes the younger they are the better for old men who like them best if they are cute. Stolen from their village and sent as slaves to other lands worked to death and beaten or used for sex acts and killed when it all gets out of hand.

Forced to watch their parents, their homes and friends destroyed, tortured and burned or maimed. They get dragged off into the jungle as boy and girl soldiers to be trained. Young girls get used as wives, still fight until their babies drop then they carry them into battle on their backs to machetes in hand, kill people and set fire to bodies, villages and crops.

Young girls about to take their GCSEs go on holidays to their parents homelands for pre exam treat have no idea they are off to their future husbands meet. Ripped from all they have known a normal western life suddenly to become a stranger’s wife and live a poverty stricken village strife

Children, abused and battered, some physically some mentally , sexually used from an early age . What chance have they got their heart so full of rage. Some will become abusers for abuse is all they know, some will with help flourish and try to teach it should not be so.

No doubt there are more ways that children get abused, some parents even abuse their own children, sexually or with the fist, these will be the fathers who boast that their little girl is sweet sixteen and never been kissed! The otheres will be mothers’ who force or sell their children however much those children resist. Or push their children to be models, beauty queens or actors to fulfil their own ambitions.

Or seeing your mother beaten until she is hospitalized , living in fear of being next until your humanity dies.

I know that I am ranting but as these tears fall from my eyes there are children out there starving, freezing , hurting, bleeding, screaming , pleading, broken , humiliated and every so often one of them dies. Actually lots of them die. Don’t worry, you can close your ears and eyes … it is too late for me now I have learnt the who’s and whys. Sadly Abuse breeds Abuse and many mental illnesses.

I have to stop writing now , but I promise I shall not stop shouting out because I have just started now. I have written more but I haven’t the heart to print anymore now.💜

Bulling at School .

Just because I am not the same
Is fair that I’m the butt of their game. Every day I dread school
Because it is always me that they treat cruel.

OH! I hate each and every break That’s when my loneliness over takes.
It is no fun to be the one everybody picks on,
They mock me with voices singsong.
Rip my clothes and trash my books
All through class they give me dirty looks.

Sometimes they follow me home, Why won’t they just leave me alone.
It doesn’t stop there, not all.
As soon as I get in they start to call and send texts to my phone. Swearing taunting calling me names They enjoy playing these games.

I tried to fight back I tried to reason But I can’t do anything to please them.
I tried to tell the teacher but she was not listening
So they shoved my head down the toilet and gave me a christening!

I feel that it cannot get worse
Then someone goes and takes my purse.
For fun and good measure they give me a hearty beating
Leaving me bruised and bleeding.

Sitting here in the hall crying
No one stops or cares that I feel I’m dying.
So I walk home hurt and grieving
All hope gone nothing left to believe in.

Mum and dad, have done their best.
They’ve begged the school to ask the gang to give me a rest.
Every day it is relentless it goes on and on.
Nothing happens nothing is done
They hurt me and think it’s fun.

I have had enough I can’t go on, Harassment on my laptop has now begun.
Another way for them to torture me
I can’t stand it, let me be.
“NO YOU BASTARDS I have had enough
I will not take anymore of this stuff.
I have got a piece of strong rope
I have written you all a neat note.
So round my throat I knot this rope
I am sick of you all I really cannot cope.
Sorry Mum and Dad dont cry
You did your best, I love you ….bye.

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Children are now bullied so badly at school even when they get home they cannot escape because the bullies abuse them via, their phones and computers. What have we become when our children can hound each other to suicide just because they look or act or speak differently?

Another poem for Child Abuse Awareness Month.

MMMM. GIRLS LOVE DIAMONDS?

Good morning and welcome to MMMM . This week’s these is freefall and it’s whatever music moves you or me or all of us!

This week I am going to showcase Welsh singer Marina and the Diamonds, her songs are all strong womens songs with good strong positive messages. What I like about Marina is that you can still her Welsh accent, gentle as it is, when she sings. So let’s start with my favourite song by her. I am not a Robot.

Marina Lambrini Diamandis (/ˌdiːəˈmændɪs/ DEE-ə-MAN-diss; Greek: Μαρίνα-Λαμπρινή Διαμάντη, romanized: Marína-Lampriní Diamánti; born 10 October 1985), known mononymously as Marina (often stylised in all caps) and previously by the stage name Marina and the Diamonds, is a Welsh singer and songwriter.

Born in Brynmawr and raised in Abergavenny, Diamandis later moved to London to become a professional singer, despite having little formal musical experience. In 2009, she came to prominence upon placing second in the BBC‘s Sound of 2010. Her debut studio album, The Family Jewels (2010), incorporated indie pop and new wave musical styles. It entered the UK Albums Chart at number five and was certified gold by the British Phonographic Industry. The album’s second single, “Hollywood“, peaked at number 12 on the UK Singles Chart. Diamandis’ second studio album, Electra Heart (2012), was a concept album about a character of the same name. The album explored electropop and dance-pop and became her first number one album in the United Kingdom. It was certified gold in the US and UK, and respectively produced the successful singles “Primadonna” and “How to Be a Heartbreaker“.

more information at Wiki

Here is my playlist of the Family Jewels.

Monday’s Music Moves Me is sponsored by Marie, Cathy, Alana, and Stacy, so be sure and visit them, where you can also find the Linky for the other participants.

Have boogylous week 💜💜

Hush Little Baby

Can’t you stop that child crying he is doing my head in! He goes on and and on incessant crying there’s no bloody peace and that smell gets in to your skin.

Shut up! Shut up!! will you shut up your driving him up the wall. You scream, he nags the blame’s always laid at my door. You won’t eat you won’t sleep shut up I don’t know what to do at all! Stop, Stop my head hurts , now look I’ve knocked you to the floor.

Be quiet, be quiet, ssh! he really needs his rest . He has to be up up for work he doesn’t realize I am doing my best. Here drink this bloody bottle ..what now is it too hot ! Okay, okay if you don’t want to feed you can stay there in your cot!

Be quiet, please please be quiet will you settle now , stop stop !! If you don’t let me change this nappy I just won’t bother …….. now. OH! for goodness sake will you stop that noise why can’t you be like other babies bundles of cooing joys?

ARRRRRGH! I can’t take it any more shut your bloody noise stop, stop I am sick of you………… there that shut you up.

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Covering up her baby the young woman walks away, silence, golden silence she has not had that for days. Memories flood in to her head, her mother screaming at her, screaming in her face and being hungry and cold in her bed.

The vows she made the love she craved, the mistakes she’d said she’d never make. OH! no she’d been just like her mother again she’d shouted at and hurt the babe. But what was she to do. She has no idea of what to do with a baby, three of them in this squalid, two room flat, living hand to mouth would drive anyone crazy.

She goes back in the room the baby is silent still. Yet he does not look right …. something does not look good is he breathing ? It is hard to see in this light. Bending down she picks him up …ah! yes at least he is breathing . Gently now and quietly she takes him into their room her boyfriend’s asleep now she prays that neither will stir for any time soon.

There is dirty washing everywhere, the cupboards are bare of proper food she sits there hugging baby tight ( too tight) silver light from the TV flickers and to it she is glued.

Where is the help these children need where is the help they were promised. It is quiet now but that will not last, will someone take away their baby and will these older children be admonished . Will some one end the circle of abuse.

Sadly the abused can become abusers.

Another Poem for Child Abuse Awareness Month

Sad Lost Dolls.

Yes she is a beautiful child she has that look of innocence that drives men wild. She could make a fortune it is true but is it really the right thing to do.

She will love it all the fuss, the travel the treats the complements from all she meets. There is a future in photo modelling for her she has that presence that maked all who see her stare.

What if she falls into the wrong hands there’s plenty out there who will misuse her beauty plenty who have nasty plans. No she will be fine no harm will come to this child of mine.

“Mummy , mummy can I go and play?” no my sweet not today. “Please mummy I want my friends to stay!” no you have work to do, send them away. “Please mum can I go to school I want to be with people my age I want to learn and play the fool.” “No we have a teacher for you, there are adverts and film work for you to do.”

“Why can’t I have friends around that are my age I don’t the like photographers they rant and rage.” ‘No I told you you are special your very precious. You don’t have time to skip and play face it sweetie your looks won’t last and you’ll be too tall one day!”

We should get a couple more years fame at this rate we are clawing in the money she has time to be young later she can wait. Sadly that’s not true her childhood robbed and she becomes sad and blue.

Slowly all her ties get cut her friends grow few she is neither child nor adult too. The lines of age soon get blurred is she thirteen or twenty three and a third?

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Another form of abuse not quite so obvious but just as dangerous. The parents live their dreams and missed opportunities through their children. Not all but some, child models, child actors, child beauty queens loose their childhoods. They feel no worth unless they are being complimented . They are not balanced, being deprived of growing up through a childhood. Basically they are used as much as if they have been sold in to slavery. Sad little lost dolls. A poem for Child Abuse Month.

No Weep For Your Mother

Photo Credits Google images.

They came in the night, they made the women scream like animals. Then they killed the men, then they cut the breasts off of the women with babies, then they burnt the men’s bodies the village and the crops. Some of them were men, but more were children boys and girls.. with angelic faces, dead eyes , tight curly hair and machetes and gun.

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They came in the night they caused a terrible fright. They butchered the men and raped the women again and again then cut off the breasts of the mothers with babies. They shot those that ran like a dog with rabies.

They rounded us up, those under five they did not leave alive but us that could walk they took. The last sight we had of our sweet lives was the flames of our village, the last sight for those brave enough to look.

No weep for your brother, no weep for your father or mother no weep or they beat you boy. Now you be a soldier you carry a gun say goodbye to happy days no more fun no more joy. You learn to shoot, you learn fast, you do as you are told you do not get asked. You sleep when your told you march till you drop if you do good you get a blanket to keep out the night’s cold.

You learn how to throw a grenade and set a mine then you learn to watch as people die from famine. You learn no pity you learn only pain what ever you can get is someone’s loss but now it’s your gain. You eat when the big boys say eat. If you take too much or steal it you get beat.

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They don’t just take us boys they take girls too and what’s worse they have to sleep with the men and they get babies which is a curse. They have to do all that we have to do but don’t worry what the men do to them they sometimes do to us too.

We have to kill without mercy, burn villages and crops us boys and the girls right up until their babies drop. No good looking frightened that will not save you, no good being pretty or cute that don’t bode well for you.

We loose what love we had, it is replaced by the gun and for long hot days in the sun covered in blood eventually you forget your mum. No chance for learning at school we are soldiers now on the road stealing and killing……… now isn’t that cool. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Child soldiers, taken from their villages, boys and girls both. Taken , used and abused. Beaten , hardened until they have no feelings. Girls forced in to marriage and made pregnant still take part in raids..pregnant or carrying babies on their backs. Boys treated no better abused and hardened . Another horrible type of Child Abuse

Ishmael Beah was a child soldier read here.

Virgin white four little maidens of the night

I read on Resurrection’s page back in April 2012 that it is Child Abuse Prevention Month. April is also National Poetry Month. So I followed her example and wrote my own poem about the sad, bad subject. Here is her poem http://ressurrection.wordpress.com/2012/04/08/soaked-in-open-a-csa-poem/#comment-2074

Today again I April I am rewriting my post.

Lost youth

Oh! I am tired my feet ache, I think these high heels are torture. Mind you they’re not as bad as the way men stink.

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God it itches and it burns. Now it bleeds when I pee but I have to smile when the stinking men do things to me.

See my sister she is barely twelve I have had to teach her how to dip and delve. It makes me sick what I have had to show her to do but she needs to do it right or she will get beaten black blue.

I am so tired I worked all night through. I didn’t earn enough, so to keep the boss sweet I have to work today too. I am sure I have lice in my hair it is driving me mad but the boss don’t care. I asked for something to sort it out he just slapped my face ……. it is so unfair, no doubt.

Ha, look at us in dresses of virgin white four little maidens of the night. We have skills to make you blush we can play you till you can’t help but gush. That is just fine because it means we have to put up with you for less time.

What is the future for us, well who knows, Dr, Lawyer, Architect ha, any of those. I don’t know what’s the point we all got taken out of school at ten years and got dumped in this joint. The bugs in this place are the biggest you have ever seen, lice abound and herpes too, come join us have some fun…what?? does it not appeal to you?

Lost souls are we no hope, no chance how we live you never see. Cute short dresses, killer heels, silk underwear for you to look and cop a feel. You can do anything you want to us and we cannot complain or make a fuss.

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There is a whole underworld out there and we need to hose it out and rid it from the face of the earth. Okay that is what I would like to do with the people who run it. I would like to give the girls and boys a chance. We must not forget the boys enslaved too. We need to do something even if it is just a poem or a story!

A poem for Child Abuse month

Sunday Stills: #Pets and # Grandchildren and Dogs.

Terri said that Friday, April 26, was National Kids and Pets Day, so let’s share our favorite images of kids and pets this week. Read about it on Terri’s lovely blog here.

Dog is God spelled backward
Grandchildren are a gift from the Lord.
Both lift our hearts and fill us with joy
With the special magic they employ.
No matter how low or ill I feel
Dogs and grandchildren make my life real.
Thank you God for both.

Why So sad

Be Quite .

What do you see in this little girl here, I see tears and pain and loneliness and a lot of fear.

Why is she crying I hear you say, why is she so sad. She will tell you it is because she has to go home after school every day.

She looks so lost and so very sad nothing in her little life could be so bad? OH! Yes it is though you’d never of guessed her bruises don’t show they are hidden by the way she is dressed.

Who hurts this little one who treats her so. Someone in her family? surely no . Her Mummy and Daddy they say she is bad, that she never learns and it is always her fault for the beatings she’s had.

Stop now and look at her, she is ever so thin it looks like she is in need of something to eat. She is shaking and staring directly at her feet. Gently please don’t flinch I am not going to hurt you look my fists are not clinched .

She is so frighten as I dry her tears I hope I can help and allay her fears. She has spent hours standing out in the yard peeping through the window watching the rest of the family, warm and happy it must be so hard.

It is not surprising that she smells so bad she cannot remember the last bath she had. And God help her if she wets her bed ( because her tormentors have got inside her head) She gets beaten and the sheets rubbed in her face the rest of the family laugh at her she feels such disgrace.

It is not fare it is nothing she has done but this little girl has never known fun. She has been beaten and abused and kept away from everyone.

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Go to your Room

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Go to your room! Be quiet, stop pushing your luck , go on get out of my sight ! Why can’t you be like your brother, can’t you do anything right!

Look at this mess what are you playing at, tidy your room you won’t get any dinner until it is done. Get out of my sight go sit in the gloom.

What, what are you playing at! You have wet your bed again do you do this to try my patience? Well you are winning you are such a pain!

Why are you so awkward, not like your brother I am sick of the look on your face you are such a bother! Go on then go, go!

So he goes and he sits in his room, he sits in the corner and cries in the gathering gloom. He sleeps in a wet bed, in the morning he changes his sheets. He kneels down and repeatedly bangs his head on the floor. You feel his pain in the repeated beats.

She is braking his spirit and hurting him so does she realize what she is doing does she care does she know. This poor little boy with no allies in view is only learning the negatives poor little soul what can he do!

Another Two poems for Child Abuse Awareness Month.

Guy and Dan

The house is quiet and light from the computer flickers on Guys face. He is busy talking to his friends. Talking about how the football team is doing, what is happening at school. How parents are so inconsiderate and never let you do what you want to. Finally getting round to who is meeting who this Saturday night!

Guy is really excited he will be meeting his new friend Dan. He has been talking to him for weeks. He has got to know Dan really well, where Dan lives, how old he is,which school he goes to what he looks like. He thinks he knows him really well.

Yes they are going to meet at MacDonald’s then after they have had something to eat and drink he is taking Dan back to meet his friends. They will not be coming back here to Guy’s house that is not convenient but his friend Charlie has a sound proof basement with a separate entrance from the house …very private. That is when the party starts, when the fun begins.

Oh! yes Saturday is going to be a good night, well deserved after all these weeks of chatting and coaxing information out of Dan. ……. suddenly the door opens and Guy clicks the screen saver up! “Dad” shouts Jimmy from the door, “Mum says dinner is ready.” Closing down the computer Guy gets up and scooping a happy squealing Jimmy up into his arms he say “right son lets go eat.

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The story above is to highlight “Internet Grooming ” Young children, boys and girls groomed by adults pretending to be their age and their friends. Lure them in to sex situations that they cannot handle. Some even are murdered ….. it is a dangerous form of abuse and needs to be highlight and somehow , stopped. The photo is just one off of the internet and the person in has nothing to do with grooming. Thank you again for reading the short story is in aid of Child Abuse Awareness Month.