This is a poem that was inspired after reading a story about Dominick Calhoun, four years old. Killed by his own mother and step father.

Maybe if I were pretty
And I was able to see
Maybe I would be loved
And Mum would still care for me.

So many children in the world today
experiencing pain in every single way
neglected by the people who brought them into this world.

Cries in the night continue in torment
As this child sits in judgement.

He hit me in the face
Made my eyes swell so I could not see.

Sometimes I feel like running away,
Other times I feel like killing myself.

Poem about emtional pain and child abuse.

Child abuse.

…about physical child abuse and overcoming it.

… was a five year old girl.