Please, can you give me a home

Please, can you give me a home
by Frances Rodriquez

I look in the miorror and what do I see
a little girl looking at me
tears in her eyes just wondering why?
why? did they leave me alone
why? am I here in an building full of kids
not having an mother or father to hold

I cry every night hoping that no one can hear
but hoping someday some one can give me an home,
I watch the other children play
and I know they are feeling the same,
I hear people talking wishing for an baby
but does it matter if I am old,
love comes in differtent sizes and differtent ages and even differtent colors
so can you please give me an home
for I want an mother and father to hold...

Please Don't Let Them See

Please Don't Let Them See by Linda M Hill

Please don't let them see I'm shaking inside Covering up the bruises I try so hard to hide Standing at this blackboard I can only pray No one can see the marks Where Dad beat me yesterday Please don't let them see The tears filling my eyes Or they may see through My many little lies Daddy hits me every day I promised not to tell He said he would kill me That I'd burn in hell Please don't let them see The nites I spend alone Hungry and scared Mommy and Daddy gone Daddy comes home drinking Staggering everywhere Sometimes I close my eyes And pretend he isn't there Please don't let them see The aching scars within Or they may also notice The welps on my skin I must be so careful I can't let anyone know The emotions I carry with me The darkness I can't show Daddy hits me every day I promised not to tell He said he would kill me That I'd burn in hell

Only The Shadows Heard Her Cry

---

Only The Shadows Heard Her Cry by Linda M Hill

Crowded grocery store People rushing by Hoping they don't see A grown woman cry I still see his face Engraved in my mind After all these years Peace is hard to find Panic consumes me I'm drawn into the past Crying on bloodstained sheets Heart beating fast Teddy bear falls to the floor A six year old can't fight My screams of pain went unheard Swallowed by the night The shadows simply watched Innocence ripped away As my teddy bear slept And night turned into day Cigar smoke filled the room I can't forget the smell As I lay on crumpled sheets In my own private hell Crowded grocery store But I feel so alone Except for the feel of his hands And the stench of cheap cologne

Mommy, Can I talk to you?

Mommy, Can I Talk To You?
by Linda M Hill

Mommy, can I talk to you - I
have some things to say-
At school I met this little girl-
I made a friend today.
I like her Mommy, she is nice-
but I don't understand-
The other kids don't like her- They
snicker when I hold her hand.
Why do the kids judge her by
the color of her skin -
Why can't they stop and see her
beauty within?

She don't have alot, Mommy, her
family is poor -
She told me that her Daddy drinked-
he dont hug her no more.
Her Mommy's at work after school,
so she's left there alone-
Mommy, can we invite her here,
she can live in our home!
She's really good and I know she
won't need alot-
Just put her in my room , Mommy,
sit up the old cot.

She don't always have enough to
eat, her home is always cold-
Can I give her my teddy bear -
she'll have someone to hold.
Can we do something Mommy,
she's a friend to me-
We can't let her live like this -
she's in misery.
I told her I would ask you Mommy,
Please let her stay here-
I don't want to see her cry , Mommy,
today I saw a tear.

She don't have alot , Mommy, her
family is poor-
She told me that her daddy drinked -
he don't hug her no more........... 

I am Just like You

I'm Just Like You (Handicapped Child) by Linda M Hill

Don't look so sad When you look at me Don't back away Hoping I won't see I'm just like you Except I can't walk I breathe, I cry I hurt I talk Don't look at me With horror and fear I don't want to see The glimmer of a tear I'm just like you I dream, I bleed I'm learning to be strong To succeed Don't look at me With pity on your face By the grace of God You could be in my place I can smile and play Laugh and sing If I appy myself I can do most anything Being handicapped start's In your mind I know that you don't mean To be unkind People pass by me They stop and stare They whisper and giggle Like I'm not there I try to smile To keep hanging on But sometime my faith Is almost gone Why can't people Can't understand I do what they do I just can't stand I read, I eat I sleep, I play I learn, I laugh I feel , I pray I do all these things Just exactly like you Don't make fun of me There's better thing's to do Friend's left unmade Because hearts are afraid Unshed tears Doubts and fears I will never grow old Become a man So I make live life The best way I can I smile When I want to cry When I just want to give up My heart says TRY... I'm different But I'm still like you You're walking away What did I do © Linda Hill 2002

Freedom

Freedom (Child Abuse) by Linda M Hill

Alcohol on his breath As he calls to me Daddy's little girl Is what everyone sees Mama passed on She let cancer win Daddy said he'd cook I don't know when I pick up empty bottles Of wine and beer Wishin' I was Anyplace but here Nothing in the fridge But half a bottle of wine I am so hungry But its all I can find I open and pour it Down the drain Sometimes I feel I'm going insane No friends at school 'Cause everybody knows The life I lead I reckon it shows Daddy stumbles in For the rest of the wine I hold the empty bottle He yells "Thats mine" The bottle slips from My tremblin' hand He grabs for me He can hardly stand I scream as he slips On the jagged glass Blood spattered everywhere My heart beats fast His hands reach for me As he cries out in pain All I can hear is the Pounding of the rain His lifes blood seeping All over the floor All I can think is He won't hit me no more Freedom I feel as his Life fades away Daddys little girl I want him to pay © Linda Hill 2003

Can you imagine what it would be like to be ME?

Can you imagine what it would be like to be ME?
by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

a little boy writes of his life and asks others to show more compassion towards people who are like himself--disabled.

can you imagine what it would be like to be ME? imagine sitting in this chair and being stripped of all hope or dignity. imagine sitting here, 24 hours a day, with your bum getting sore, and not knowing if you will be able to take much more. imagine wearing heavy steel braces upon your legs or walking with crutches; imagine how your disability affects every bit of life that it touches. imagine the fear of knowing that you are dying, that there is no known cure for your disease; imagine that, no matter what i do in life, the fear and pain will never ease. imagine the teasing i must endure each and every day.. "hey, little crippled boy", "dummy", or "wheelchair-kid", words that hurt in every way. imagine the fear my family faces whenever i have trouble with my breathing-- not knowing if i will be okay, or not knowing if they will be left crying and grieving. no, it is NOT easy to be in my shoes-- but it IS my life; and one i DIDN'T choose! just imagine what i go through, and you will soon see that in light of what i go through, all i want in life is to be happy and free!