 |  My Poems"Little Red Bloomers"Mommy promised little red bloomers when I could potty on my own. But she forgot to buy them till I was half grown. Then he took them from me, ripped them to shreds and layed on top of me in my little girl bed. Tell Mommy the dog chewed them she doesn't care why. If you tell her the truth, I'll call it a lie. We were so poor, rarely anything new. He was bigger than me, so what could I do? My little lace bloomers were so pretty and red So was the stain on my little girl bed. "The White Pine Tree" The huge white pine tree is my escape Climb to the top Stop the rape I can see for miles He can't see me For a little while I'll be free. "She Has Survived" See the little girl with the empty eyes She heard your threats, believed your lies See the little girl with pain filled eyes You filled her with anger, filled her with lies See the little girl with the downcast eyes You gave her your shame, sold her your lies See the woman with the light in her eyes She has grown beyond your threats and lies See the woman with love in her eyes She has conquered the shame, killed the lies See the woman with life in her eyes She is no longer your victim. She has survived Copyright © 2001-2003 Jean A. Prince This is a poem written by a sweet, loving, innocent 11 year old girl. She shared it with me in a private guest book entry and gave her permission to share it with my readers. Sometimes I feel that the closest thing to life would be death. That is what you have done to me my baby, my lover, my brother. You took all of the good innecent things inside me and twisted them until I was barely human. I cry but not for myself, I cry for you brother for you are lost and don't know the way. When you touch me I pretend that I am a bird with downy, star studded wings flying far far away from your cluttered room, I see my mommy down below on the green earth and I want to fly to her but I am only 11 years old and you are so strong. This same young girl recently wrote another poem and has given her permission to publish it here. This is a poem she wrote to describe her conflicting feelings about her brother. you who tricked me so blindly so fully you had my mind fooled and made me a fool a stupid sputtering little play thing like putty in your hand happy now does it feel so so good now are your pockets filled with humble hurts now splat splat splat thats me there, splating like tears on paper bat your eyes now act like that sweet sweet innocense that you stole from me hey you its ok you made me a callous but hey you, i just kept crawling back like a pitful little rag doll fresh for a beating but hey you. Dont go dont leave me here dont leave me with my self i might hurt myself. without you hey you. go. i dont want you here anymore. hey you. I miss you. Cause you share this shame Or do you? The wond is healing and it itches. i always hated itches. Can you scrath my itch hey you. hey you i need the pain hey...you. Thank you for reading my pages. Hopefully, one day abuse in all its forms will no longer exist. Please continue to Page 8 More Great Links and Web Rings. | Time For Healing | - | I Am a Survivor | - | The Cries No One Hears | | What We Would Like You to Know About Us | - | I Have the Right | | The Broken Child | - | A Letter To Peg | -  View My Guestbook Sign My Guestbook Green's Garden of Treasures and Inspiration |
