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CreativeVibes
Born I was into a mesh of lies, secrets, untold stories, a bastard at that time,
and place.
It started with me at birth, his taking such pride in giving me my bath, a baby
handed to this molester, he must of had such a laugh.
Oh, he never hit her, like her first husband did, coming home drunk, and blowing
his lid.
No, this husband, my father, beat her down daily with words, his weapon of choice,
my mother would seldom raise her voice.
My brothers lived in fear on a daily basis, never knowing, when, why, what or where
his hands, boots, raiser strap would hit their bodies or faces.
Oh! This father of mine he ran a tight ship, isolation, guns on the wall, his belt as a whip.
He possessed, he owned, he governed, a quick grab, a quick feel, and oh how he hovered, no locks on the doors, no privacy for whomever. Never!
He manipulated, fooled others, great manipulator he was, he was truly deviant in his ideas of love.
We didn’t live in house full of love, my three brothers, two sisters and I,
my imagination I learned to use, to be free so I could fly, I used it often I can't deny.
Windows were for watching to see, his car was coming over the hill, to warn the others, like a ring of a bell, “cool it everybody, get ready for HELL!”
{If you think a child is in harms way, don't close your eyes and walk away. Have
the courage to report! They can't save themselves, they need someone to stop
the madness....let it be you.....}
Many suffer from PTSD, multiple personalities, alcoholisium,cutting themselves, many disorders from abuse....
The power of ONE is mighty....be the one to report, to save a child.....
