“Please daddy don’t hit me again”

23 Wednesday Nov 2011

Posted by Maiya in Poems, Poems about Abuse

Tags

child, Child Abuse, Domestic Violence, Family, Father, Mother, poems, Poems about death, poetry, sad poems, Violence against Children

There she stood,
little face etched in pain,
tiny tears running down her bruised face,

Neck bent back,
looking up,
trying so hard to contain,
all her fear,
inside her small frame,

“What’s my name?,” he roared down,
body shaking with rage,
hand raised just in case,

“Daddy, Daddy,”
she whimpered again and again,
body shivering as she fought hard,
not to look away,
incase it inflamed his rage,

In the corner,
her mother stood,
tears streaming down her face,
wringing her hands,
trying so desperately,
to gather up the courage,
to push her husband away,

The neighbor broke the door down,
seconds too late,
the five year old lay on the floor,
eyes staring into another place,

Her mother over her body wailed,
“oh why, oh why child did you have to say,
‘Please Daddy don’t hit me again’.”

Nomination for The Versatile Blogger Award

22 Tuesday Nov 2011

Posted by Maiya in Poems

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Thank you

http://jhasmoments.wordpress.com for nominating me for this award. I am thrilled.

Now the rules for the Versatile Blogger Award require me to

1. Nominate 15 fellow bloggers.
2. Inform the bloggers of their nomination.
3. Share 7 random things about yourself.
4. Thank the blogger who nominated you.
5. Add the Versatile Blogger Award pic on your blog post.

Now seven things about me

1. I am shy (until I get to know you)

2. A mom

3. One of my hobbies is people watching. :-)It helps with writing.

4. I love a laugh

5. My grammer sux bigtime.

6. I live in a plantation town which is a three hour drive from the Lae the second largest city in PNG. Which is why getting onto the internet is a problem. I literally will carry my laptop around until I get a signal then pray the signal does not cut off and it always does. But its worth it! That is why it took so long to write this post and sometimes for me to respond to comments or post. I’ve been chasing the frigging signal for days.