My Weeping Child

Dedicated to all the children who are, or have suffered child abuse

My weeping Child.

The most powerful stories are told in whispers,

But our pain lay not in the stories, but in what they did to us,

Why did our parents turn on us, day and night, we worked like an a*s,

We didn’t take up this profession,

Through pen and ink, we give our plight and confession.

Daily as the sun rose, I knew my life’s end came close,

As I toiled the soils of the accursed earth,

With my dignity lowered to hearth,

My lungs puffed and almost burst, as the load on my head

Nailed my body to the earth.

Whip and lash was my pay, “No pain no gain”, they said.

Why did they treat me this harsh?

Maybe because my parents had neither wealth nor ash.

I lay in this dinghy room this night, hope that one day I might,

Get the world to see this sight, expose it to the light.

Due to their existence, our souls were never at ease,

I try to plea, Master Please!

Help me build a future, strip me of this Child Abuse Disease,

But his eyes shone like pearls seated in the sea,

My demise he would like to see, swim in the money I make him,

Rather than set me free.

For tonight, I lay in peace, please hear my plea.

 

 

Chapters

1. Chapter 1

Chapters

1. Chapter 1

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Daniel88Batson]

I echo my fellow reviewers. Lovely.

[MS. BABy]

this is a powerful piece it is thought and emotionally provoking...hello Im BABy

[sugar]

i think this was very well writen and that you are great