Your Abuse
16 March, 2003
Author: KristyD.
Don't lay a hand on me,
for I'm not yours to touch.
Don't think that I'm not bothered,
or I don't care that much.
The way that you touch me,
brings me to tears.
And still I fear you,
after all these years.
You can't take it away,
or make it change.
I wish I didn't cringe,
when someone speaks your name.
How could I think to trust you?
How could you do me in?
And though I am not guilty,
make me worthless of a sin.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Mark Spencer (64.12.96.138) -- Thursday, March 20 2003, 12:08 am Kristy, glad to see you're back. Makes me sad and angry if this work speaks of your life though. Abuse is an issue I've come to blows about. I was spanked as a child, and learned my lessons from it. I have no problem with how I was physically disciplined. I was, however, a victim of verbal abuse. The operative word here is abuse. My father thought, if he called me names, I would get angry and try to prove him wrong. I did the opposite, I believed him and gave up trying. So he did it more often. He over did it and I became a high school drop out. The physical discipline was however, in my opinion, fair. The verbal was not. I can count the spankings I had on two hands. I can't begin to tell you how many time my father called me stupid. After a spanking, I never did the thing I had received it for again. But I sure did continue to rebel and do the things I received hurtful words over. I knew that bothered him, and was my way of hurting back. It took me years to get out from under the yolk of that abuse and turn my life around. Do not let that happen to you Kristy. You are too talented to close yourself off to the rest of the world like I did. Stand up for yourself, you don't deserve to be abused. Mark |
| Martin Vann (67.30.64.132) -- Thursday, March 20 2003, 02:03 am Kristy, I read your poem, universal is the audience, if a poem ever addressed such a crowd, it was this one. Somewhere in the scheme of things, life actually, there must be a formula, that covers such things, Like, so many words of warmth and a kiss upon the lips, true or not, the result is this. Sorry, There is no formula for love, freedom or to find one's self. Yet, I offer you this, for onsideration. You are the umpire of your life, guided by God I hope. Point is, YOU set the rules of play, what is fair and what is fake. Sure, we all, have to give and take, but not to the point of losing face or faith. I don't know your age, I assume, you are quite young, no matter my words and his, will help you Kristy. Listen! You are a treasure, floating upon a pirate, ridden sea. Yet, your beauty, is your leverage, use it properly, and you will have more love than, in your heart of hearts could have ever dreamed. If you can not admit a sin onto yourself, than none can be construed. By his word of power and love, set your self, free, live, be free, be the beauty, he created, only you can set yourself free. Beautiful poem MartinV |
| Kristy (12.96.223.215) -- Thursday, March 20 2003, 10:37 pm Mark I'm sorry for what has happened to you throughout your life. I have promised myself to never become a victim of abuse again and I plan to stand by that. Thanks Martin V. Your words are encouraging and yes I am still young. I'm only 16 but I feel as though I've felt more pain then most people twice my age. My parents say that if I change my attitude then things around me will get better. My problem is just that I have nothing to look foward to so why try to pretend? Although you make I good point I feel as though I am NO LONGER in control of my own life that I'm just destined to be in pain. That that guy upstairs just hates me. I see no other reason for the things he's put me through except that he hates me. Once again thanks for the words. Glad you both like the poem. |
| Martin Vann (65.57.59.240) -- Friday, March 21 2003, 12:59 am I'm am "not" speaking down to you okay? Your courage is sometimes hiding within yourself. Perhaps, it has not come out yet, because although you are having problems, your hidden courage has not deemed it was needed at this time. The best way to resolve problems, especially, with parents is this. Surprise them with a request, that they sit with you and discuss what is going on. I'd make a few notes before this meeting. This only works if, you listen as well as speak and they also, must listen and not just say, they know what is best. Put the problem/s on the table, the delicate ones can be expressed, but you might suggest that since you have revealed them, ask your parents to just think about them and respond at a later time. If, the courage is there, just try this, open up their eyes with your desire for things to be made right. Tell them, you know you must go back to school and with their help and with you helping them (yes, parents need help to) you can reach a point, where all understand each other and for once, have some real respect for each other. Do you have the courage to try? Please, Kristy, let us know what happens. Share any additional problems with us that may come up. WE are here for you, Okay? MartinV MartinV |
| Kristy (12.96.223.236) -- Tuesday, March 25 2003, 09:27 pm Well I tried your idea and well it didn't exactly go as smooth as you'd think. I didn't even get past "we need to talk" as soon as that came out they said they had to go somewhere and they haven't come back yet but i know that they're just gonna act like i never said anything. No matter i'm not really worried bout it. Thanks for the advice though. Kristy D. |
| Martin Vann (67.75.182.172) -- Tuesday, March 25 2003, 09:45 pm You are too intelligent to not have tried. I don't seek vengence, yet, sometimes I seek it. Point; not a happy one, but the day will come when they will be the ones to cry. Don't enjoy that day, as I know you won't, just remind them, that YOU tried. MartinV |
| Hello (62.136.39.75) -- Wednesday, September 10 2003, 06:17 pm Go you i just stumbled upon this site and well done |
| Amanda (192.168.2.1) -- Thursday, October 2 2003, 06:50 pm i cant beleive this kind of stuff happeneds in real life im sorry |
| Kandy M>L (156.63.116.99) -- Wednesday, November 5 2003, 08:26 pm Hey im sorry this is a really good poem its sad when i read it it makes me tear if this really happened to you then well idk what to say but good poem keep it up!!! |
| Kelsie (24.150.218.245) -- Thursday, November 13 2003, 10:00 pm This poem is really good although i already have 8 poems for my english project i wish i could use it but i cant but i really liked it alot |
| Melanie (216.129.227.22) -- Thursday, December 4 2003, 02:04 am Kirsty, this poem is amazing. I was seaching the net to try and find a poem to add to my piece i am doing for SAD. as soon as i read your poem i decided i had to use it adn share it with others. No worries i also stated who it was written by and your websit. it is a moving poem and i think others will agree. |
| KristyD. (208.6.85.99) -- Wednesday, December 17 2003, 06:58 pm Well I see that people have been reading my stuff while I was away again sorry it's been so long. Melanie- That's kool I don't mind you using my poems. And everyone else don't feel sorry for me just do what you have to do and don't make my mistakes. Thanks for reading. |
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