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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Inevitable
[time] => 2004-11-26 23:13:52
[hometext] => The only people who have the power to help, refuse to do so... Can I ask why this is allowed to continue?
[bodytext] => Years have passed since it all began I have trouble remembering a time in which It never existed The screaming, the fights, accusations, Vulgarities spit at one another, Threats spoken; the only promises ever kept Glass shattering, sirens flashing Screams in the distance, never answered Only forgotten, as a new day arises And I, a small child when it began… Watching scenes of catastrophe Attempting to salvage what I could The broken pieces of my family But at the age of four, A voice not often heard So as all problems are resolved, Mother scooped up her child and fled But the damage was too deep And with the first time she held control, Her fury found a scapegoat in her child. And as time passed, and she bore another, He became her main obsession While the oldest, only nine, Was once again forced to watch, Completely helpless, her voice ignored… A year later, a change of scenery, Back with her father Suppressing memories from long ago Disregarding her mother’s warnings Choosing the lesser of two evils. Age eleven, her brother three, Father owns both now And sadly, the roles switch; Daughter now mother, Brother resuming her former place Though the abuse remains emotional, By age thirteen, she realizes the inevitable And with one last sobbing cry for help, She downs every pill she can find Hundreds by hundreds, wishing her life away Only to awaken in Intensive Care, Finding that even death is too much to ask Calling out to anyone and everyone for help But left unanswered, for "proof" is a necessity. So she runs for the next three years, Avoiding her father’s wrath Finding solace in self-mutilation Only to return, to face her past In an attempt to put old demons to rest. Now sixteen, and much wiser, She recognizes her strength And no longer does she merely accept Her father’s threats, but defends herself Angering him even more… Until one day it reaches a breaking point He grabs hold of her, throwing her to the ground Over and over…Never ceasing And each time she attempts to stand Once more she is thrown to the ground Quicker and more fiercely Helpless and frightened, pleading for help And yet someone remains in the distance- His friend, not acting, merely watching… Once free from his grasp, She dashes to the phone Dialing a so-called "safety net" But before the numbers are even pressed, She hears him say, "I’ll just tell them you attacked me" As soon as they arrive, that’s exactly what he does And because she’s merely sixteen, He’s believed, not her Despite the bruises and handprints covering her body, That no one will even recognize Yet he’s the one labeled the "victim" How ironic! Crying herself to sleep each night, She knows justice will never be served, And accepts the fact that in her mind’s eye, The horror will never cease. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 48 [informant] => cuddlytiger17 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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