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Saturday, August 23, 2008

Dear God


Dear God, I was bad today
Mommy just told me so,
Don't know how I could have stopped
Just thought you'd want to know.

When I awoke this morning
And got up out of bed,
I had an accident in my pants
Oh No!!!!!!Mommy's eyes saw red.

She threw me hard against the floor
I cried in pain and fear,
I tried to cover my ears so tight
So the words I would not hear.

"You dirty, dirty, little thing"
These words were etched in place,
She took my panties off from me
And rubbed poop right in my face.

Oh how I cried, but, with a slap
I shut my mouth that day,
I learned to keep it all inside
Or else I would have to pay.

Dear God I wish that you would speak
To mommies everywhere,
And tell them what they do is wrong
It's just to much to bare.

And try and make them understand
That the hurt is so very real,
The outer scars will go away
But our inner self won't heal.

I know I'm just a little girl,
But I know you understand,
And I can come and talk to you
And walk with you hand in hand.

So God I just wanted you to know
Why I was so bad,
Why my mommy got mad at me
And why I feel so sad.

I know I can always count on you
When mommy doesn't care
For you will always comfort me
When I'm hurt and life's not fair.

 Mary Graziano ©


Internalized feelings are how she coped
Too scared to say just how she felt,
She was on her own, there was no hope
It shouldn't hurt to be a kid.
She thought she learned what was right from wrong
But you twisted the truth and screwed with her mind,
She thought it was normal for so long
It shouldn't hurt to be a kid.
Oh how it haunted her for all her life
The depths of despair that ran so deep,
It hurt so much it stung like a knife
It shouldn't hurt to be a kid.
She would often pretend that all was good
But deep inside she knew the truth,
Of who she was and where she stood
It shouldn't hurt to be a kid.
You tore her down with your words so cruel
It left her helpless and so forlorn,
That her tears fell down and formed a pool
It shouldn't hurt to be a kid.
So much sadness is what she often felt
No angels to save her, to keep her safe,
Only pain and bruises that formed a welt
It shouldn't hurt to be a kid.
It should be a time for fun and laughter
Instead, you took it all away,
You were the monster who attacked her
It shouldn't hurt to be a kid.
Where is the fairness in all of this
How can the little ones defend themselves,
Happiness is what they do miss
It shouldn't hurt to be a kid.
written by Mary G