This is a poem I wrote about an experience I had with a relative recently.

A poem about the sadness of child abuse.

This is for people who bully or neglect other children.

One of many poems written by me.

Hush Little Sister.

Sad, abuse.

A young man’s choice could make all the difference in the world.

Children’s physical and emotional standing, still as their social and cognitive development, greatly rely on how their family operate. The rising incidence of behavioural issues among kids demonstrates that some families are unable to address the increasing stresses they’re experiencing.

She was raped and she became a mother twice…

Child abuse theories
I don’t believe in theories, I believe in CHOICES.