Just recently I received an e-mail titled "Daddy....it hurts" from a dear friend of mine. So,I decided to read it.

Little did I know it would take me back to a time I had nearly forgotten.
A time of daily beatings, both mentally and physically. The sexual abuse, the bruising.
The fear of what might happen to me if my parents found out that I soiled my clothes or my room was not spotless(and I mean literally sparkly). The hope my daddy had a good day at work so we won't get beaten ect ect ect......


Well any way as I read this poem and saw the pictures I began to cry and realize that that it could have been not only myself but my younger brother's as well.So why is it that nothing was done to prevent this to us. Now you can't even look at your kids the wrong way without someone shouting out "child abuse".


Growing up I was told never to have children because of the fear what was done to me I just might do to my kids. Every day of my life I tell myself it is ok to cry, and it is ok to tell my husband that I am having an emotional day and not get beat for it.


Everyday I count as a blessing from god that the reason that my brother's and I aren't dead is because he gave me the strength to speak up and say "my parents are being mean to us."


Still to this day I have gone to schools and talked to all grades just to say " If you need help speaking out I am there to help you out."


So any way please read the poem and I do ask that you pass it on because it needs to be heard and not seen.