The Emotional Life of Adolescent Abuse - A Daughterís Poetry
Emotional abuse is not considered as serious as physical or sexual abuse.† But it is.† The† thoughts and poetry contained here were written by a 13 year old girl after having endured years of emotional abuse by her mother.
The following words and poetry were written by Kallel Hunter.† She has graciously allowed me to share them with you.
My name is Kallel and I am 13 years old.† I live in the U.K. and have Irish, Jamaican and Barbadian in me.† I also have two sisters and 3 brothers.† I am the eldest.† We donít live together anymore.† Two are living with my mum in Birmingham; one is living with her mum (my granny) in Leicester and two are living with me and my dad and my step mom.†
Living with my mom was like keeping a secret and living two lives.† She drank and made us lie to everyone.† She called us unpleasant names and moved us around all the time.† She used me as a slave, used emotional blackmail and made us risk our education Ė all for a fool she followed around.† Living with my mum was draining me and finally, I had to leave.† Many people didnít know and still donít know the real reason I left.† Iím not doing it out of spite, I just want to better myself and not feel so negative anymore.†
The things that inspired me to start writing poetry were mainly my emotions and to try and understand things around me Ė mainly my mum.† Poetry to me is like a friend to talk to, but with my emotions Ė which is a good thing and I enjoy doing it.† Sometimes itís not good things that inspire people.† But what I find is that whatever inspires a person, they have the power to change it in to something positive.
People are always talking
But they donít listen to what they say,
Too scared to face up to people
So their spiteful tongue just rolls away
Words will never hurt you
Thatís what you all expect
Then after itís like bruises and scars
A pain youíll never mentally forget
It stays in your head
But repeats in your mind
Twists your personality
As you blame yourself all the time
The words are like an emotional vampire
That brings you to defense
But too late!†
†It has already drank most of
Your happiness and made you feel useless
We have got a whole dictionary
Of right words to use
So why do we sometimes choose
Next time you speak to somebody
Think before you use your powerful tongue!
IT WAS YOU!
It was you!
That destroyed me!
Made me disheveled
Left me on the ground
It was you!
That weakened me
And had a firm grip
To drag me down
All these years I was blinded
Thought you were always there
To love me, to hold me
But selfishly didnít care
You! Compulsive liar
A tongue that slithers in your moth
Every lie is an excuse why
You canít unleash me out
Try to make me heartless
While you were in control
As your jealousy and hatred
Into your precious
When you are walking on the road
Donít feel like you are all alone
Because Iíll be with you, every step,
Every step you take, and every direction,
I will give you guidance and amour you
Because Iíll be with you every step
Trust in me, believe in me, and have faith
As my blanket of love will promise
Not to break away
In the journey of life, distractions
Can make you fall
But my love will still go on
Just know Iím here to call
Things out for yourself
Iíll be guarding you
Whenever you need help
No matter what you say or what you do
Iíll be with you
Every step behind you
Roni Weisberg-Ross†† LMFT
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
West Los Angeles based psychotherapist specializing in the treatment of sexual abuse, emotional abuse, clinical depression and social anxiety.