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BOOK DESCRIPTION A book compiled from true stories The author has collected over the years, Edited and arranged Into this Child Abuse Awareness Book, Presented with the hopes that All who have been abused Will be encouraged -- And see that it isn't their fault; The public must be made aware In hopes that all abuse will stop. POEM FROM THE BOOK AN ANGEL CAME TO SEE ME AN ANGEL came to see me, I felt him like the wind, And if he truly loves me, I know he'll come again; And come, and come, and come, and come, And come. ~~~~~~~ Dumb down, dumb down, Dumb down, dumb down, Dumb down, dumb down. Down, down, down, down, Down, down, down, down. If your mind is dumbed down, Down, down, down this low, Then you can understand how low A pedophile will go, and go, And go, and go, and go, And go, and go, just to get a child. Crazy and wild? Yes, But that's how far one will go -- And that is what my book is about; So dumb down, dumb down, Dumb down, dumb down, Dumb down, dumb down, Dumb down, dumb down, Dumb way down; Dumb down! ~~~~~~~ POEM FROM THE BOOK PRETTY PINK PETALS PRETTY pink petals, fragrant they; Once in green clover I lay, And smiled at the thoughts Of fresh mown hay. I tugged at your heart with Sweet words and ways, with Never a thought of other-worldy ways. I picked the flower -- from the dandelion and rose, The lilacs and the primrose; THEN YOU CAME HOME DRUNK, MY XXXXXXX STEP-FATHER, NOW THIS POEM CAN'T GO ANY FARTHER. ~~~~~~~ HATE is a funny thing, It can come on you like a cat that springs; In cold weather or in early spring, When a soul is cold or when it sings, And hate can remember the strangest things, Like out of the blue a childhood happening, And you remember forgotten things. Yes, hate can certainly be a most funny thing. ~~~~~~~ Hate! Hate! Hate! When one is raped The emotions are powerful As hate becomes overpowering; Poetry or art can be very cleansing. ~~~~~~~ BA, BA, BLACK SHEEP Ba, Ba, Black Sheep, have you any wool? Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full. The little boy was teased and taunted, Being told he was found or adopted, But he was not; nightmares scream What other kids will do to the few Who don't fit in . . . the imperfect gene. An inexcusable sin which begins With taunting children in a dirt yard; So many children the grass won't grow, The mud squeezes in between his toes. Dirt and spit and sores that split, And run . . . down deep into his heart, And turns black . . . just like the sheep With flies, the sores . . . bleed deep Into his spirit, his mind, and soul. A wound started when he was young, And remembered still when he is old. Ba, Ba, Black Sheep, where is your wool? It remains still; I have many bags full. HELEN KELLER QUOTE Keep your face to the sunshine, And you cannot see the shadow. |
A CHILD ABUSE AWARENESS BOOK Published with Barnes and Nobles Online Publishers: www.iUniverse.com in January 2007 |
IF YOU SUSPECT A FRIEND IS BEING ABUSED LOOK FOR THE FOLLOWING SIGNS From the pamphlet titled: LIFE: by Susie Shellenberger, When someone you know is sexually abused. Low self-esteem. Difficulty in establishing proper relationships With the opposite sex. (Either completely withdrawn or promiscuous) Self-mutilation (cutting or burning herself) Reacts in a difficult manner when touched. Dramatic changes in school performance. Complains of frequent “general” pains. Mood swings (happy one minute, sad the next) Severe depression Eating problems (Sexual abuse can lead to eating problems, Such as anorexia nervosa or bulimia. Some researchers say That 80 percent of all eating disorders Can be traced to sexual abuse.) Extreme hostility towards parents. Overreacting to common problems. Fearful of basements, closets, or dark spaces. Feeling unworthy of God’s love and forgiveness. Displaced anger (Gets angry but directs the anger at the wrong person) ~~~~~~~ BEWARE OF WISE CARRIER OF LIES IN FINE HOUSES -- set amongst trees There just may be -- some enemies. Beware of men, my love, all sorts, In neighborhoods, they do consort. They bid children and smile at thee, But actually love, they’re enemies. Beasts with burdens, that they chose, Beware of those who sing how-de-do’s, For they obsess and possess a thousand ways, And desire my lovely, with her fine ways, So beware, beware; and come in at night, For seeking light may be These Wise Carrier’s of Fright. ~~~~~~~ BEWARE OF WINDOWPEEKERS WISE CARRIER’S OF FRIGHT live in the night, They seek light; like beasts in fright, They lurk, they reek, and they seek, Anyone at whom -- they can peek. Don’t allow your children to play on the floors, Unless you pull the curtains and close the doors; Always be extra careful and safe, And remember to make safe your place. In neighborhood they do consort, Bidding the youth of all sorts, But actually love, they’re our enemies, Beasts with burdens, who smile at thee. ~~~~~~~ MY OWN INFESTED FEELINGS *Excerpt from Elegie VIII: THe Comparison By John Donne RAGE appears within the air, Confusion tho' stagnant is everywhere. Emotions buried in the ocean Manifest and reappear; Infested feelings absorb the years. *Doth not thy fearful hand in feeling quake, As one which gath'ring flowers, Still fears a snake? |
SAYS THE LITTLE GIRL *Homage to Thomas Moore A LITTLE GIRL in a light blue dress, All dressed up and grown; Running amidst the dandelions, Blowing seeds as the leaves are thrown -- Here, and there, and everywhere. Dreaming seems . . . as she roams To come easily to this child, Living in the wild. (Her safe home) Give her an apple to chew on, Grapes to suck free from the seeds, Carrots from the garden, And flowers . . . some call weeds. No more doth this little girl need ‘Cept a turtle, or maybe two. Growing up is easy for this fairy In her lovely little dress -- of blue. O what misery awaits this child, We will never know-- As she was killed -- by a pedophile; Now she will never grow – *Go rest in God’s bosom my own stricken dear, Though the earth fled from thee, thy home is there. I find you still in the smile that no cloud can o’ ercast, And in my heart, remembering you ‘till the very last. |
| BROTHERS AND SISTERS OF THE SOIL: A Child Abuse Awareness Book Presented by Jean Elizabeth Ward |
OH, BLESSED CHILDREN
OH, blessed children remember; remember if you can do;
If you're home alone and the abuser is there, try to go somewhere, anywhere;
Leave if you possibly can, or invite in your friends. Don't take a shower
Or a bath unless the door is locked, and if you can -- put a lock on
Your bedroom door. I pray you're never abused,
No not anymore. Not anymore.
Then, I say to myself, why is it that the child Has to do anything -- to keep from being molested, Heckled, abused and rejected? Why? For I most certainly believe that isn't right! |
'TWAS NOT YOUR FAULT ONE girl out of four is molested today. ONE boy out of seven is molested today. MANY of them still feel the guilt, and shame, And have never named The one who was truly responsible; Shame, shame. Remember, it was not your fault; It was not . . . your fault. |
| CHILDREN ARE SWIMMING Modern Japanese Senryu Poem The river bottom Is covered with sharp rocks My children are swimming |
| A Picasso type woman by Jean Elizabeth Ward MANDALA IN INK A mother is screaming NO! No! No! No! |
| (Because of an error on my part) The first draft of this book is out and available online with authorHOUSE.com publishers Amazon.com and Barnes & Nobles April 2007 |