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MOMMY'S Stress Release

posted 10/31/2008 9:25:25 PM |
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Besides being National Breast Cancer Awareness Month (which is extremely important) it has also been National Domestic Violence Awareness Month. So many kids are caught in a very violent home that, to the outside world appears to be 'normal and loving.' But behind those closed doors it is anything but. These kids keep quiet because the consequences of telling are more horrifying than the violence they are living in. If you think a child is unnaturally quiet, try to cleverly ask them a few key questions in a casual conversation. It could change their life.
Now, I am by far not a poet. I am more the story teller. Ever once in awhile a poem will hit me, but they are few and far between (I could probably count them on my fingers and have quite a few left). And when I do write one, I am sure it probably doesn't fit into any proper "poem formula." But, with all that in mind, I will share this one with you.

Mommy's Stress Release

I felt her grip on my upper arm tightening.
What was coming next was very frightening.

I screamed and fought and tried to get away.
It was already the second time that day.

Over and over and over the belt came.
My legs hurt so badly they began to go lame.

Round and round in a tight circle we turned.
As I tried to escape and my whole body burned.

I couldn't count the blows, I was only three.
But if I could the number would have been infinity.

On and on and on her violent arm flew.
As the red welts and blisters grew and grew.

I was drained of strength, I had lost my breath.
I was certain in a moment I would meet death.

Finally she released her grip, holding me with her cold stare.
I didn't know what I had done, ask, I did not dare.

She spouted, "I will do it again if you weep!"
As I collapsed on the floor in an hysterical heap.

I quivered and trembled trying to hold it all in.
But the sobs finally flowed, as did that belt again.

"No mommy no," I wailed, "no, don't no....."
Her arm growing tired, she finally let the belt go.

It was finally over, her release had been met.
But this repetitive scene I will never forget.
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If you know a family that is living in domestic violence, please, do something the help the kids.

Thank you for reading my blog.

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