During our 2007 domestic Violence Awareness Month activities we held a poetry and short story contest. Thank you to everyone who participated and a special thanks to Whitetail Family Adventures for sponsoring this event. Here are our winnners! A note to readers: Many of these poems and stories submitted are from the heart and come from the pain of abuse. Please be advised that there is some distressing content.
GOD ALWAYS CARES
We’re sorry for your misfortune,
We pray the consequences will be brief,
Since God never sleeps,
He knows about your grief.
He knows that you are hurting,
He knows and yes, He cares.
Perhaps there is a reason,
Like an angel unaware.
There surely will be some blessing,
That will come to you and yours,
Because of this affliction.
We know God heals and He restores.
So many for you are praying,
At the rising and the setting of the sun.
We’re praying that you’ll be made whole again.
We pray God’s will be done.
Now may God bless you always.
May He cause His love to comfort you today.
May your joy of service continue,
And good health and fortune come to stay.
G. Mauldine Kaminska
Another Abused Child
She walks around in terror
Wondering when the next hit will come,
She's terrified to be around people
Even more terrified of being alone.
She tries so hard everyday
To cover and hide the bruises
But in her eyes you can see all
That she tries to hide.
She lies awake in bed every night
Wondering when he'ss come back in,
And violate her again.
He threatens he life,
So she won't tell.
She starts to drink and do drugs
To deal, but she has no money
To pay for her addiction
So she sees sex as a way of leavin hell.
She tried to tell them, what he's been
Doing to her, they call her a slut,
For the lies she is telling.
They disown her and throw her out
She takes it upon herself to end it all,
She writes them a note that says:
I can't believe you didn't believe me
When I told you what that monster did to me
So don't feel bad that you lost me, it's not like
You actually cared about me that much anyway
But I hope you remember this day, that you lost
Your little girl to sucide
She's on the bathroom floor crying,
Waiting to die.
They find her body along with this note
She was right she really didn't matter
So there goes another child
Victimized and no one around to care
So this was her story that goes unheard,
It's just another abused child.
Cherstyn
Don't
Don't leave me ..... I love you
Don't hate me ...... I Love you
Don't hit me ..... I love you
I'm sorry ..... I love you
Good-bye ..... I love me
don't call me a victim
Do call me a survivor
Annette
A Rocky Road of Fate
A few years ago I used to think,
Think about who I'm going to love and marry.
Then, I found a guy who made my heart tink.
I got pregnant and everything changed while I carried,
A baby inside of me, which should have made him happy,
But something made him very angry and mad.
I got beat everyday, just because he was snappy.
I didn't deserve any of it, and I became sad.
Wanting a way to leave and get out.
Then, I finally gave myself a reality check and I left.
I no longer had to deal with him and shout.
My heart was taken and torn as a theft,
A theft that mademe fell that I would never love again.
When I left I went to a safehouse, and felt incomplete.
This man made me lose my children and other kin.
he treated me like a piece of meat.
Time, put me in a better place but I can't forget,
Nightmares, depression pills, and his hate.
Therapy, is hard but the only way to make life fitting.
Freedom is now what I have and that is fate!
Tiffany
I've Been A Prisoner
I'v been a prisoner, for so long
Locked up inside a cell.
Lost inside a lonely world
With life inside a jail.
Asking myself, if I want to live
And if I do, what's the reason why.
Feeling at times, that no one seems to care
If I live, or if I die.
Iv'e been a prisoner, for so long
In this world, I have no place
Only a broken heart, with an angry soul
And a frown upon my face.
Who want's to be a prisoner, all alone
Sad without a chance
No one to talk too, no one to love
no one to give romance
I am a prisoner, and i can not change
The person, I've become to bo.
So pray faithfully, and stay away from wrong
or someday you could, become me.
Zersula
A Story of Domestic Violence
As Isabella lay on the white sanitized hospital bed, wincing as little daggers of pain raced through her sides and broken leg. The morphine wasn't working to dull or even help her pain. Doctors asked her how she was feeling, with that same crappy scale of one-to-ten she'd heard throughout her hospital visits. They seemed wary, last time, of any answer to how she had come to be in this predicament of a broken leg, five broken ribs, and the cuts. throughtout her body. She had just repeatedly told them, "Accident.... My fault... No worries... Should be fine." She thought of every time, that she had been here. At least three now, no one knew she had a lover that hurt her. She was afraid to tell any of them about Spencer. Just the thought of him, sparked fear and yet at the same time love into Isabella's heart. She never knew why Spencer choose to do that to her. She vowed the forst tome at the hospital that she would leave him. With such sorrow and love had he tended to her woulnds that she forgot about the first, second attempt to leave but, she couldn't handle all these hospital trips anymore, weekly, she knew what to do. Two weeks later, Isabella hobbled into her apartment quietly. Listening for Spencers' baritone voice that usually emanated through her apartment. Silence met her, and she knew she was one of the lucky ones that actually survived.
Cassandra
Daisy
Daisy married a man named Jim. She thought they'd love each other forever. But when thay had their second child, Jim was never the same. He accused her of cheating, and started to beat her. She never told a soul, not even her own sister. He beat her for three years. It wasn't until he beat her to death, that her sister found out. jenny and Ben (threir kids) moved in with their aunt Loraine, when their father went to jail. Jim was released four years later!! His lawyer got him out early, and they said he was falsely accused. He remarried and the cycle began angain.
Katie
One Little Boy
There once was a little boy. He didn't understand why hhis mother cried like she did. Then, one night he saw the cause, his father was beating his mother. the little boy wanted to thelp his mother, why was his father doing this? The little boy's attempts to stop the abuse were insignificant to the father, who slapped the little boy from his leg like a misquito. The abuse continued for years, excuses and like kept the family together. Then, a time came when the abuse went to far. Court battles ensued until the divorce was finialized. That little boy is me, now a senior in high school. The struggles of my childhood are unknown to most. The only advice I can give to other little boys who have gone through the same things I have is, don't let the abuse define who you are. Always remember that you are your own person, and you cannot let your life be based on the mistakes of your abuser.
Andrew
Poetry
