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This page is dedicated to poetry about abuse

Four poets are now a part of our site.
Natalie McDonnell (nee Price)
Jill Hall
Wanda Strickland
Mim
Bob Burling

To submit a poem, use the contact form.

Poems must be original - that is if you submit a poem you must be the copyright owner or writer of that poem.

IT’S TIME WE TOOK A FIRM STAND

Why don’t governments listen
When people are being abused
I’ve reported many instances
But all I seem to do is lose
It’s like deaf ears
I’m speaking too
Their response is nothing new
Do I give up and walk away
Or keep trying to win
This battle and pray
All the red tape is
Driving me insane
These channels
You have to through
It’s absolute pain
What really gets me
Is the length of time
So many excuses
We’re way down the line
The cost involved is
Far too much
No wonder people turn away
Without any luck
Abuse is a terrible crime
Criminals get away with it
Time after time
I have to wonder whose
Side the law is on
This injustice is so wrong
Every day I hear these
Horror stories of abuse
People give up and think
What’s the use
Governments departments
Don’t really want to know
They justify themselves
And let important matters go
I have absolutely had it
Up to my ears listening
To Politicians, who’s only
Interest is in their careers
It’s time we took a firm stand
Toughen up and demand
Abuse is something we
Should not have to endure
Governments should do their best
To address these matters and ensured

Natalie McDonnell January 18th 2011
THEY DON’T CARE A HOOT
HOW WE FEEL


Talk about sticking the boot in
When you’re down
Some people aren’t happy
Until you’ve almost drown
It must be a power thing
They want to stand over you
In just about everything
Dictating and telling you
What you must do
They scam you into thinking
You’re getting a great deal
Filling your head with
All sorts of lies to get you in
Then suddenly without warning
They strike you like a snake
You have no way out of it
All these idiots do, is take
The law protects the criminals
In this so called land of freedom
These unscrupulous people
Are not happy unless
They’re bleeding them dry
Taking all they have
Not caring hoot if they die
Today has opened my eyes
These fraudulent people
Spend their days telling lies
To them it doesn’t matter
How many people are suffering
As long as they’re
Getting their money in 
The cost of living is becoming
A nightmare for the living
There is no government control
These miserable blood suckers
Are getting away with doing
With whatever they feel
We have no way of stopping them
They just keep rising our bills
Poverty is hitting hard
The saddest part is
Its hit many of us off guard

Natalie McDonnell January 13, 2011

From long ago a little girl comes
Naked and dirty and covered in sores
So very aware of how I appeared
But Jesus is there spotlessly clean
His robes gleaming white and streaming with light
He smiles beckons “Come “to this dirty child
Does He want me? Could it possibly be?
Yes, He smiles yet again at me
He beckons me “Come it, sit on my knee,”
There is nothing to hide the awful shame
Naked and dirty and covered in sores
Surely, oh surely, He doesn’t want me
I turned away with tears in my eyes
Closer He comes, there’s love in His eyes
Drawing me nearer and nearer
His hands reach out and nail scars I see
Oblivious of dirt and sores uncleaned
Draws me to Him till I sit on His knee
Now He is crying with love and compassion
Not rejecting, disgusted with this dirty child
His tears wet His garment and He begins to clean
This dirty child, all naked, unclean
As I cringe in shame, He washes me clean
The tears flow faster, causing me pain
As they purge the sores all gaping and raw
From head to foot, not missing an inch
Slowly carefully not one part is missed
The dirt of others and dirt of my own
No difference is made - It’s all wiped clean
Here on His knees such safety I feel
His garment’s white and streaming with light
He clothes me now in beauty so bright
I can sit up straight, no longer ashamed
No need to hide what’s deep down inside
The healings begun, new life lies ahead
Not easy, not painless but never-the-less
Love, Hope and Faith will carry me on.
 
By Jill Hall

Who am I? I’m no longer sure
From long years ago, a little girl comes,
Afraid all alone
Full of grief and sorrow for nobody knows
Nobody knows of the guilt and the pain
No one shares in the awful shame
Yet now not alone, no never alone
For one stands besides with tears in His eyes
Firmly but gently uncovering the sores
Wounds of guilt and pain and the awful shame
He opens them up, the poisons released
Mingling together their horror uncovered
Again and again love’s healing honesty
Flushes out lies, the deception of years
Lying hidden, not dormant along with the fears
Darkness exposed by the light of reality
Memories leap back completely unbidden
Demand to be faced with courage and honesty
Refusing the lies the evil one brings
Accepting the truth, hard though it seems
Destined for change, reality brings
His word is like balm, soothing and cool
Also sharp, unbending at times almost cruel
Cutting deeper and deeper, I just want to flee
But standing right there stark and bare
A cross
Accept or reject – my choice alone
I open my arms, my heart, my life,
I embrace my cross, and release is felt
Joy leaps up as recognised there
Stands my Saviour, my Lord and my God
He reaches out takes hold of my cross
Carries my burden, His heart He shares,
Together we walk, talk, laugh and love
Sharing life’s burdens, its pains and its joys.

Jill Hall
LONGING TO BELONG
Written by:  Wanda Strickland March 24, 2004

Lord, I seek You in a body that is grown;
In my mind, I’m a little girl longing to belong.
I am mature according to the world;
Deep in my soul, I’m your wounded little girl.

When the pain comes, in my mind, I understand;
But, deep in my soul, I struggle with the ways of man.
I’m still that little girl standing at the door
Crying, “Love me! Love me! I need You more!”

I can’t seem to erase the memories of time;
Different events dredge up emotions in the mind.
At times, I come to the conclusion;
I’m better off to live in seclusion.

Not understanding, deep in my soul, it’s You, I yearn;
Confused, driven, compelled, love, I must earn.
Without flaw, driven to seek perfection;
Perceiving in my soul, only rejection.

Lord, today, before Your throne of grace;
I surrender to You, prone on my face.
Your love, show me how to receive.
Fill my spirit with a hunger to believe.

Hold me.  Love me.  I surrender control;
Hear the cry of my heart!  I want to be whole.
Heal the deep pain in my soul;
A deep intimate relationship is my goal.

Lord, take this wounded little girl;
Make me Your bride in this world.
May I clearly understand I’m not my own;
To You, I will forever belong!

BECAUSE YOU CARE!
Written by:  Wanda Strickland May 24, 2007

When life is empty,
No one beside me.
I know Lord, You’re there,
Because You care!

Filled with great despair;
More than I can bear.
I know Lord, You’re there,
Because You care!

In the darkest night,
You’re my heart’s delight.
I know Lord, You’re there,
Because You care!

Even at morning’s dawn,
You are never gone.
I know Lord, You’re there,
Because You care!

Even though I’m slayed;
I will not be dismayed.
In you Lord, I’ll trust;
Until again, I’m dust.

To You Lord, I belong;
Filled with a joyful song.
I know Lord, You’re there,
Because You care!

Heard from A Friend
Once long ago in the silent night
I heard a rip, snort. Got a terrible fright
I called out, "who's there?"
His head appeared over my chair
And the Boy from next door
Came out into the light, and called me a whore
He ripped off my clothes and then shed his own
Jumped on my bed and covered my head
Clamped one hand over my mouth
Then the other went south
I felt him push into my private parts
Something died deep within my heart
Brothers are supposed to lovingly care and protect
Not jump on their sisters, their seed to inject!
Help me, O Lord, I cried out the words
As down the hallway clearly was heard
The sound of my parent's beautiful voices
I heard them come in and they gave him no choice
That night he left home and did not return
I thank God, he's gone now and no more concern
Now there's no more worries, No more cried tears
about a brother gone crazy. I've no more to fear.

2009 Mim

WHY DON'T WE GET IT RIGHT?

Society around us is falling apart,
Things just go wrong right from the start.
People don't care nor try to depart
From the matters that tear out the heart.

It's a throwaway age for one and for all.
Nobody wants to hear the heart's call.
If it doesn't work now, just let it fall,
Then we try once again. Does it matter at all?

When marriages fall apart at the seams.
Shattering lives and everyone's dreams.
With never a thought for the victims, it seems,
The children can suffer, ignore all their screams.

Now its okay to just sleep around,
No longer a thought for love to abound.
Who really cares, so long as we've found
Another to share our body and sound.

And friendships appear to be a disdain,
Instead we use others for personal gain.
Running for cover, like from the storm rain,
Feelings for others slaughtered and slain.

Already the price is being actually paid.
Society gone and relationships frayed.
It will only get worse as standards downgrade.
Are we numb to the slide, or really afraid?

We can change it all, its not too late.
Bring on the love instead of the hate.
All is not lost if we'd communicate.
Destruction should not be our final fate.

Bob Burling - 1997 (from the book Rhymes Of Our Tymes)

POETRY ON ABUSE BY MIM
MY NAME IS SARAH

My name is Sarah I am but three,
My eyes are swollen I cannot see.

I must be stupid, I must be bad,
What else could have made my daddy so mad?

I wish I were better, I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my Mommy would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all, I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up all the day long.

When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark my folks aren't home.

When my Mommy does come I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just one whipping tonight.

Don't make a sound! I just heard a car
My daddy is back from Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse my name he calls
I press myself against the wall.

I try and hide from his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping he shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault that he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me and yells at me more,
I finally get free and I run for the door.

He's already locked it and I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues with more bad words spoken.

'I'm sorry!' I scream but its now much too late
His face has been twisted into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain, again and again
Oh please God, have mercy! oh please let it end!

And he finally stops and heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah and I am but three,
Tonight my daddy murdered me.

Author Unknown

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