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Poetry shared by Christine Schlumbrecht
Being a Child
Being a Child is not what it seems!
A world full of hopes,
A heart full of dreams.
The ice cream parlor, Where every one goes.
The little Secrets that no one knows!
Going to sleep a heart full of fear!
Wiping away the last little tear!
It's searching for love,
And no one's around.
And searching for help that can't be found.
It's going to sleep and wanting to die!
How much more can I cry?
It's closing you're eyes and wishing him gone.
It's minding your heart where it's been torn!
It's taking a bath to wash it way
Only to find it's here to stay!
It's wanting your mother to protect you at night.
It's wanting her arms to hold to tight!
Money and cokes and basketball cheers,
Spending the night a heart full of fears!
Laughing playing and having fun,
Where never a part of being young!
A world of lost hopes and shattered dreams
This child's life is not what it seems!
Happy Birthday
Today is my Birthday.
No ice cream or cake!
The smile I wear is forced and fake!
Don't want a birthday this year.
Eight years old
On this sad day.
Full of fear.
Outside in the yard sounds of laughter and play.
Why is everyone so happy on this hated day?
Inside the house, all alone
I only came in to answer the phone!
Too late to hide!
Daddy stumbles and finds his way inside.
Locking the door,
He throws me to the floor
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG GIRL
I have got something I want you to see.
Oh dear god please let me get free!
Closing my eyes this I pray
Daddy please don't hurt me this way!
With his hand over my mouth,
Unable to SHOUT.
Daddy why are you touching me this way?
Didn't anyone tell you it's my
Birthday today?
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