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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.

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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.

THE TONGUE

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

And stressed

We have got a whole dictionary

Of right words to use

So why do we sometimes choose

Wrong?

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

Sinks sluggishly

Into your precious

Soul

BEHIND YOU

When you are walking on the road

Donít feel like you are all alone

Because Iíll be with you, every step,

Behind you

Every step you take, and every direction,

I will give you guidance and amour you

With protection

Because Iíll be with you every step

Behind you

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

In the journey of lifeScience Articles, you figure

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

2010

www.roniweisbergross.com

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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.



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