WITH PLEADING EYES
Her dark brown eyes evoke sadness,
lips have lost their smile.
Lost when she sees hatred
born into a child.
Bigotry, in place of love,
anger in place of happiness!!
Eyes questioning, wondering why a child
is used in despicable ways.
Where is society, when a child is thrown
into the “lion’s den?”
Where are those who say they care?
In reality, they look the other way!!
A child feels the heartache
of not being loved, innocence lost.
Damage, that cannot be reversed.
Living in a bubble, unable to escape.
The future of a child, foreboding!!
Her heart cries for an abused child
who is neglected, sexually abused,
bullied, living with racism
that is still alive today.
All forms of abuse!!
She wants all children to live life content,
without convictions, to be free, able to run
play with laughter,
to just be CHILDREN!!
When was this lost?
When do we change what was eradicated?
How do we find strength to say NO
to this hatred that purges out
into the streets, into the lives
of our children?
Her eyes speak in silence,
her lips say “please don’t turn away,
let’s change our world by speaking up
for the future of children everywhere!!”
With pleading eyes she begs.
Prose by Mary Graziano©
Revised July 7, 2016
Beautiful watercolour painting
by my wonderful friend
Vulnerable Expressions of Raw Emotion
So many children live this way every day of their young lives. Silent, withdrawn, keeping to themselves. But, in a busy world we live in, who really takes the time to notice little Johnny, little Cindy? Even in their own homes, parents are too busy to take notice, and decide that Johnny is just playing up in his room. Changes do occur and we must take notice if your child, a child at school, is changing. Silence isn’t always “golden” like they say, it could also be a sign your child is being bullied, abused and he/she has no voice to let anyone know. They live in fear, fear of what will happen if they do tell, fear of what would happen to their family unit, if abuse is happening in their own homes.
Their hearts are being torn apart by what is being done to them. Their abuser is keeping them silent. Their hearts are hurting so badly, they shed tears in silence, when they are alone. On the outside, instead of being that silent, withdrawn child, they are looking happy, not a care in the world, living a life like any normal child, so they think!! They are putting on a front, hiding behind that smile so not to be detected, not to look different. Bit by bit they are becoming a shadow of themselves from the inside out. Children of abuse don’t have a voice, WE the adult must be that voice for them. Don’t let a child down, reach out if you see your child or another child change in some way, if sadness, depression, takes hold of them. Talk to them, let them know you can be that trusting person who cares. Don’t ever turn away from a child in need, take off those blinders, be a voice for an innocent child. I was that child who on the outside looked happy for the most part, pretending nothing happened, but on the inside I was dying slowly, trapped within. My heart was aching but I had no voice. So as a child, I did nothing.
Let’s be a voice for the innocent children of abuse. “We are the forgotten children, please stand up and fight for us. Help take away the monsters from hell, who abuse us in every way.” Remember children everywhere, protection is what they need. Be that voice, help set them free!!!
BEHIND THESE WALLS
Do you know the truth about abuse The scars it has left behind?
The secrets so many, left untold,
poisoned us, with words that, corrupted our minds.
Stole our innocence, controlled us by fear,
made us believe we were useless
never amounting to anything!!
Good for only one thing, degraded beyond belief.
In our minds we believed we deserved this, no-one ever saying that we otherwise didn’t.
We pretended that our families truly loved us. Our smiles we often did fake!
Who really knows what goes on
behind the walls,
who really listens, who really cares!!
What they don’t see, to them
nothing happened, or was wrong.
Our secrets are ours.
The pain we must bear.
The scars from abuse, deeply affected us,
In our hearts it never leaves.
We don’t want this for our own children.
We must fight for all the children
To try and protect, help keep them safe from abuse
making them live a life that is so unfair!!
Behind these walls walls that were meant to protect
not keep children silent, trapped in abuse.
Too young to fight, it’s up to us.
To come together as voices for the children
And let their spirits live.
Mary Graziano ©
Revised May 26, 2016