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"Everybody Hurts"

I am dedicating this page to all the "little people" out there. To the children who have suffered, are suffering now; and those who sadly will suffer in the future. To my grandchildren, "May God watch over you and keep you safe from harm; may you never know the horror of being the victim of anyone's sick mind."



Little Flower

Little Flower so sweet and small
the prettiest flower of them all;
You stand there so helpless
Sun on your head
Why are you wishing that you were dead?

You lift your small stem
And scan the sky,
Rain starts to fall
Making you cry.

"Why did they pick me;
I'm not fully grown
To tear me and cut me
And take me home."

Little Flower thrown out
With the trash;
Alone and forgotten
walked on and smashed.

Original Poem
Kathalise Martin
Nov.4,1999
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The world is full of little flowers, small, beautiful and helpless. Why does this happen? Why does God allow this to happen? I can't answer these questions. But, when you look into the face of a child whose trust and innocence has been stolen; you look into the eyes of pain. Why do these Monster's get away with what they do? Because most children have been taught to "Obey" adults. Most molester's know that the child will feel quilt, shame; and be frightened to tell. Afraid that they will be blamed for something they had NO control over. The molester tells the child that he "will get into trouble", or that they "will do harm to the child or his or her parents!" How can a three, four, or ten year old cope with this, to feel responsible for his own pain? I do not claim to be trained in any way as a professional in Child Welfare or any other science. I just see the world and it's Little Flower's being crushed under the weight of shame, guilt, and pain that is not theirs to carry. Save the children, if you see any child in danger or potential danger, don't turn away. If a child comes to you with fears and stories of molestion; Don't turn away! Believe the child first, the adult second. Kids don't make up stuff that is too graphic to say here. Trust the Child!



Yesterday

Yesterday I came to you and asked if we could talk,
I even suggested we could take a walk.
You looked at me and said, "What's wrong"?
I'm really very busy now, "I hope this won't take long".

Last night I cried out in my sleep and terror
oh so bad, you called out from the other
room, "Be quite and stop being bad!"
I covered my head and prayed to not be so sad.

This morning when I started to school, and asked
if we could talk,
You told me that you had to run,
If you were late, would be
my fault.

Today you got the call at work, asking
you to come down.
Seems I have tried to kill myself;
but luckily was found.

Tonight when he comes in my room I
will not make a sound,
For if I do I know that you
won't even be around.

Tomorrow when your dressing
for the service in your finest wear
I hope that you cry a lot
as I am buried;
It's only fair!

Original piece
by Kathalise
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without permission
Nov.14 1999