Child abuse short story or poem!!!! Help Please!!!!?

Question

I am doing a powerpoint on child abuse and need a short story or a short poem to place on a slide. It can be your own (it will be shared in my class and i will give credit to the author) or one found online or anywhere, please they should be short and touching. Thank you all very much.

I need a poem but that is specifically on child abuse i will give 5 stars to the best answer.

Its due tommorow at 7:30am

Answer 1

I will try to find you a poem or short story... If you would like I might even be able to find song lyrics... if you want those too please post something as a detail...

Ok here is a really sad one...


My name is Jaime. I am but three,
My eyes are swollen and I cannot see,
I must be stupid or 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 anything wrong:
Or else I'm locked up all the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone.
The house is dark and 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 and my name he calls,
As 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 up against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken,
And my day 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.

Here is one that is copywrited so you need to put the copywrite on the page:

In common daylight
glass is reflective
windows opaque
to the outside world
only blameless blue
adhering to the surface

Then comes the sun’s low shame
shadows fall
ragged leaf shapes
tugged by desperate children’s whispers
cast those dark stains on the glass

open unspoken interiors
where fingers poke crevices
and apportion blame
rocking-horse laughs with terror in the night

Daddy hid his memory
in this ill-smelling sac
Don’t tell!
Daddy’s drawstring tastes so bad
the life-sac he gave me is too dirty
light fights shy
cruel empty window, no-one peeping.
© Louise Rill 2002

Daddy's Faltering Love
by Pauline Hamblin
Why is daddy mad?
I tried so hard today.
To do everything he wanted.
And to stay out of his way.
I feel bad that Daddy,
From God, was given me.
He wanted a child,
He could be proud of.
Not me as I can clearly see.
I don't understand it
Mommy says she loves me, too.
But when daddy hits me
She says there's nothing she can do.
Other kids at school.
Speak highly of their dad.
I don't think he hits them.
Or they, too, would be sad.
I want my daddy to hold me.
And bounce me on his knee.
Instead he thinks that I am bad.
This request is not to be.

Hiss
My barrel is scraped
your hissing, choked-up scream
dissonates as sharp fork
tines on spent china
all my ventricles are speared
left dangling
from a metal tree
for cruel breezes
to examine clinically
whispering to the world
their expertise
wheezing sound judgements
which drop like jailers’ keys
on clanging ground.

"If Teddy Bears Could Talk"


If teddy bears could talk,
what would they say,
what would they tell you,
about the children with whom they play?

They might tell you things you don't want to hear.
Like mommy hurt Tommy,
or daddy is who we fear.

The teddy bears of children are not just some toy,
their sometimes the only love felt by some girl or boy.

So when you see a child scared and alone,
find him a teddy bear needing a home.

Know that you've done good by the deed in your heart,
you've given this child a place for love to start.


Author Unknown


There Are Secrets At My House

Ssh! Must be quiet as a mouse
cause there are secrets at my house.
laughing faces, the smiles you see
are really only masks to me.


My mommy cries late at night
her and Daddy had an awful fight
but I'm as quiet as a mouse.
cause there are secrets at my house.


Sissy face is black and blue
Bubby's arm is broke in two
but ssh! be quiet as a mouse.
cause there are secrets at my house.


I try to keep the secrets straight
like Bubby fell off his bike by the gate
oh, and Sissy walked into a door
and there are many, many more.


So all the secrets I can't tell
make my life a living hell
but ssh! be quiet as a mouse.
cause there are secrets at my house.


~Author Unknown~

Oh Little Boy Black and Blue,
Who was it that did this to you?
Who raised a hand at innocence?
Did they proclaim their eminence-
At a child's expense?

Is this your beloved mother's psalm,
This stormy song beneath your calm?
The one who nourished you from birth.
Were you more trouble then you were worth?
Oh was it her who did this to you,
Little Boy Black and Blue?

Was it your father, that loving soul?
Did the alcohol cause him to lose control?
Was his patience tried and taunted-
By the boy he never wanted?
Oh was it him that did this to you,
Little Boy Black and Blue?

Oh Little Boy Black and Blue,
The autopsy confirms it was true.
You were sodomized and strangled.
You were beaten, broken, mangled.
You must've screamed in agony,
As bloodstained hands brought you more misery.
Oh was it someone you never even knew,
Little Boy Black and Blue?


No "copyright infringement intended when the poems were put on this page" All rights are reserved to those who wrote and posted them. Remember to look for yourself and give credit to the authors who wrote this! P.S. this is CoUnTrY mUsIc FrEaK-a-ZoId not someone else... lol My answers have been stolen more than once! It sucks... I get chopped out of a great answer and a "best answer reward"

I apprecaite everyone for their respect
REMEMBER TO PREVENT CHILD ABUSE!

Who Murders Children? According to the U.S. Department of Justice, a parent is the perpetrator in most homicides of children under age five. Data on homicides of children under age five between 1976 and 1997 indicate that:
27% were killed by mothers
27% were killed by fathers
24% were killed by acquaintances
6% were killed by other relatives
3% were killed by strangers
12% were killed by perpetrators whose relationship was unknown
Source: U.S. Department of Justice, Bureau of Justice Statistics



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Answer 2

Poems About Child Abuse

Answer 3

Child Abuse Poems

Answer 4

hey here's something that you might be able to use.




My name is misty by Misty Ramsey


My name is Misty
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 are not 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 it's 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 it's 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 Misty
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me


don't really know if this will help good luck with your power point hope this goes well for you i know the poem made me cry when i read it.

Answer 5

RE:
Child abuse short story or poem!!!! Help Please!!!!?
I am doing a powerpoint on child abuse and need a short story or a short poem to place on a slide. It can be your own (it will be shared in my class and i will give credit to the author) or one found online or anywhere, please they should be short and touching. Thank you all very much.

Answer 6

If you have time, go to the library and get any of Dave Pelzer's books. They're true stories about his life and even in the first few pages of the book, he describes the hell his mother put him through. Especially in "A Child Called It" and "The Lost Boy", not only will you get what you need for your powerpoint presentation, but you'll become so interested in the book, you'll read the whole thing!

Answer 7

Haikus....

"Provisions of Purgatory"

Mind, body, spirit
All tools of an abuser
Innocence is lost

"Blame Game"

Born of resentment
Did the child ask for this?
Who's really at fault?

"Family Traditions"

A new baby born
Raised with violence and rage
Follow tradition

"Definitions"

Parents always yell
The belt is for my own good
A black eye means love

Answer 8

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Answer 9

She was born on a grey stormy day
A hurricane was expected
The power was off for the upcoming storm
They thougt she would find the light
and bring the sunshine of the day
But her life was as she came into it
A never ending storm

Answer 10

there once was a little boy...

who decided to go out and play...

" hello little boy would you come with me?", spoke a man.....

as they hopped into bed a thought raced through the man's head.........

what am i doing with this little boy in bed? what i am doing is wrong! i must take him back home, he said....

so he took the little boy home, no harm done...

i hope you enjoyed this presentation, for it is now done.

Answer 11

you should do a poem.

but, you should at least try to do it yourself. otherwise it's called Plagiarism.