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Literature Text
I refused to see it to be true
I was told all that I knew
And I knew not how to see
I wished it was not how he would be
I wished it was all a ruse
He told me about his odd massages
And that he was ev’rytime bare
He told me who gave them
And how he felt in a snare
He made me well aware
And I refused to believe him
He told me about odd stories
And that the pictures that he saw
He knew who wrote and captured
And what is against the law
It made me want to bawl
But I refused to believe him
He drew a picture that prompted questions
He wrote his own stories as well
They made him so easy to read
He showed ev’rything that he felt
And sounded loud as the toll of a bell
Still, I refused to believe him
I know what happened to him
‘Twas a death by his own hands
He brought a man down and joined him
He felt lost in unknown land
And I could have helped him take a stand
Much to my regret, I all along refused to believe him
I was prompted by another poem written like a child speaking, focusing on the same subject as the focus of my poem. I thought about my poem in the tune of Stars’ “Dead Hearts”. Here’s how I came across and learned the song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=JLbltc…
Oh, how it burns me that men abuse their children. Burns me even more that there are those who sexually violate their children. I learned a point from an original story here (though incomplete). Anyone can choose what to tell and what not to. When a child is bullied by someone, telling their parents is a step, but the problem can be solved. If a parent deliberately harms their own children, it’s a whole different story and process. It’s no lie that children get a wild imagination, but we can never know what’s true. If a child says they saw a monster or a big animal, you know that it’s either imagination from some odd-looking shadow or part of a bad dream.
Abused children live a nightmare. Most people refuse to listen, and that’s why when they’re told something, they shrug it off and think the child just says things to get attention. If the abusive parent happens to have a position of something important to the system, that child will get no help at all. So, they’re forced to keep things inside. There will come a point when it can’t be endured anymore. That’s why the victim of sexual crime will be driven to commit suicide. It’s believed the only way to be freed from the one controlling their life.
As for the poem itself, it’s sort of fictional. A story that a child talks about being abused and violated by his own father. The person they address, who tells the story, says as the title says. He wishes it wasn’t true. And the victim kills himself after killing his father.
This may be cliché, but once again, I wanted to share my interpretation.
