03 Sunday Apr 2022
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Ah, the scent of purity
Hidden beneath battered skin
Cowers, to those obsessed
With breaking the chaste;
24 Saturday Apr 2021
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So many times
She masks the tears
Struggles to put
Aside her fears
Another day
A body broken
Nowhere to turn
No words are spoken
Wishes she
Could hide forever
Forget the pain
That leaves her, never
Cries in the night
From a voice unknown
An empty heart
She’s so alone
Is there no one to save
This embattled child
Abused, and wasted
Her body, defiled
To help her find
The one she’s lost
Her self-esteem
That’s long been tossed
Cradle her safely
With loving arms
Never again
Shall she know harm
It only takes one
To give her back herself
No more forgotten doll
Sitting there, on a shelf
She needs to know
There is more to this life
Than endless suffering
And intolerable strife…
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26 Tuesday May 2020
Posted in Poetry
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This poem is based loosely on true facts. It has been eating at me for some time now, and so I’ve put it into words. Child abuse is not just physical,, it is emotional. We must lift our children UP, never tear them down, lest they become the bully.
He cries, all he wants is his trike
She yells, so coarsely, berating
He wonders, “Is this what life is like?”
She sneers at him, a look, so deprecating
“Daddy! Push me on the swing”
She sighs, he’s much too busy
Playing around with gardening things
Disturbed, he hollers, in a tizzy
Tiny minds, developing,
Inside a hardened home
Why bother having children,
If they mess you up?
Surely, they will stray,
Find comfort when they roam
Eventually becoming parents
Neither worthy of a pup
Silence looms, across the neighborhood
Except the noise, coming from that house
Chastising, loudly, they shout for no good
Instead of being happy, all they do is grouse
Still, two tiny beings, afraid to say a word
Sit and stare, each dreading what’s to come
For even if they speak, they aren’t even heard
To their parent’s evil, eventually, they’ll succumb
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11 Tuesday Jun 2019
Posted in Etheree, June Writing, Poetry
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#JuneWriting, #poetry, child abuse, Children, dorindaduclos.com, Etheree, fear, help, Night Owl Poetry, poems, tears, writing, writing prompt
Cry
Sweet child
Let them see
Innocent eyes
Not understanding
Let tears flow freely down
I will shelter you from harm
And never let you fall from grace
For their light is much too dark to shine
But, your light shines much too brightly to dim
Author’s Note: Nearly 700,000 children are abused in the U.S annually. An estimated 683,000 children (unique incidents) were victims of abuse and neglect in 2015, the most recent year for which there is national data. About four out of five abusers are the victims’ parents. A parent of the child victim was the perpetrator in 78.1% of substantiated cases of child maltreatment. (Info via National Children’s Alliance). If you know of a child who is being abused, please…say something. Calls can be anonymous!
June Writing Prompt – And to the eyes of an innocent there was nothing odd about him/her – Day 11/30
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24 Thursday May 2018
Posted in dark poetry, Poems, Poetry
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#darkpoetry, #poetry, #TheDailyPost, abuse, child abuse, defeat, dorindaduclos.com, guilty, jury, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sexual abuse, writing
Locked away, a mind, alone
Why she’s here, must not be condoned
They took her, from her family, where
She lived, in sin, a life, unfair
Mother made her wash the beds
Father, made her lie, instead
Abused, now merely an empty shell
How could he put her through this hell?
A man, she trusted, left her bare
Tangled up, in strands of hair
He laughed, as she cried, in despair
Wishing to wake from this nightmare
One day, she ran, into the street
Finally admitting, this was her defeat
Calamitous screams, they ran to her side
Standing there naked, she’d no sense of pride
Sirens came calling, the jury was heard
Guilty, they said, was the only word
Grateful, she smiled, for saving her life
No longer abused, no longer in strife
The Daily Post – Guilty
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