TEARS OF A CHILD

Slowly a tear trickles

Down her cheek

Her mind recalls the pain,

Blinking eyes that

Squeeze the tears

A pool forms

The table stains.

Her face shows signs

Of strain and strife

Her crooked smile is gone,

Alone she sits

Alone she cries

What did she

Do so wrong.

Confused she wonders

What is love

So much doubt

Played in her mind,

They were suppose

To nurture her

Eyes sad

They never shined.

My idea of love

Was the pain I felt

From the touches

That felt so wrong,

He said it was his way

To show his love

And with him 

I did belong.

Three little words

so hard to say

For me they

Were locked away,

Hidden from my world

That stood so still

My heart how 

It hurt that day.

So many little children

Who were hurt and so ashamed

Lived their lives unloved

They felt the same as me,

A love so wrong

They were confused

But they succumbed

It's what they believed.

Children never had the chance to feel real love when they lived with abuse.  All they knew was the wrong, uncaring ways of their parents who were suppose to show them the TRUE MEANING OF LOVE.  But they faced cruel, unloving words that hurt.  Words that crushed them, words that devoured them into believing that what was said was true.

"I love you," was not true. Those words were meant for us to think that we were loved, while we were abused, that they said it to show love that they thought was how it was suppose to be portrayed.  They brainwashed us into believing that this was REAL love.  Most of us as small children believed it.  Why wouldn't we.  We believed that if we did what they wanted they would love us, in a real way.  We were children, living in an adult world, living by their rules.  Thinking that this was how everyone must have lived and after many many years of living this way, we finally find out and say, "Hey, wait a minute, this was not suppose to happen, he was not suppose to touch me, sexually abuse me, that is nor normal."  But by the time we find out, we are so screwed up inside.  It takes years and years of therapy to realize that we were the victims, we were loved in the wrong way.

We suffer, some in silence, some in other ways, drugs, alcohol, becoming abusers ourselves, all because we were victimized, shown things that we should never have known.

WE WERE LOVED THE WRONG WAY~~~

"I LOVE YOU" Turned out to be~~~

"I HAVE THE RIGHT TO ABUSE YOU, THAT IS MY LOVE TO YOU"

WE NEED TO PUT A STOP TO THIS BY SPEAKING OUT, BY SHOWING TRUE LOVE, BY BEING THE VOICES OF ALL THE CHILDREN WHO ARE TRAPPED BY LIES, WHO DON'T KNOW THE REAL MEANING OF LOVE

All I wanted was to hear the words "I love you" that's all I wanted~

Mary Graziano ©

Artwork by Water Colour Artist 

and Friend

Michal Madison

www.michalmadisonart.com