Three times a car goes round the block,
He takes her car and say it’s his,
She walks to work and he drives around.
He takes her money and give other ladies,
She pays the bills.
She cooks and clean,
All he does is watch TV all day,
She does everything,
He kills the dog.
By Terriann Bonnick {age 12}
I see the scars etched upon your face,
I tried to catch your eyes,
but you quickly looked away.
“It was an accident,” you say,
but we both know the truth.
“I love him,” you say,
The question is, does he love you too?
Don’t you know girl,
that love is not supposed to hurt?
It’s not supposed to leave you
with scars etched upon your face.
I think if I look deep enough I’ll see,
the scars etched upon your heart.
Marva Seaton
We see it all around us, everywhere we turn there are signs of violence and abuse. It is in our homes, in the streets, in our schools, it is even in the churches. Often times it is the person who has earned our trust who turns out to be the abuser. Many of these people hide behind their titles and professions to prey on the innocent’
It is ironic, everyone enters this world a baby, seemingly innocent, in need of nurturing. What make some grow up to be such monsters while others are not? Was it something in their genes, lying there dormant waiting for the right moment to burst forth? Or is it something learned from society, from the environment in which these people grow up?
Many will quickly point out that kids that come from the ghetto are more likely to commit crime. They try to convince you that crime is directly linked to poverty. So the kids from the ghetto are constantly watched, nothing they do go unnoticed and they are always in the news. The man in the jacket and tie who preys on the little girls and the little boys goes unnoticed, no one is watching him. No one expects him to commit such a crime!
Society expect a course of action from one group of people and a different set of actions from another. They refuse to accept the fact that there is good and bad in every single group in society. It is all about people making choices. People have a choice of doing what is right and what is wrong, some choose to do good while others choose to do bad things. The person from the ghetto can choose to be a pedophile, the person from up town in jacket and tie can choose to be a pedophile. Who is likely to be caught first? My guess is that it is going to be the one from the ghetto, after all he is the one who is expected to commit crimes. The point I am trying to make is people will commit crimes no matter from what background they may come from. People need to choose to make the right choices.
I look at her battered, bruised face
And she quickly looks away,
‘I fell,’ she responded,
to the unspoken question,
And yet she wouldn’t look my way.
Caught up in a situation of physical abuse,
why did she think she had to stay?
‘Leave him,’ I told her,
And she pretended not to understand.
‘I fell,’ she repeated,
trying to convince me,
trying to convince herself.
‘You don’t deserve this,’
I told her.
‘He loves me,’ she says.
‘No,’ I tell her.
‘Love is not supposed to hurt.’
She nods her head as if she,
agrees with me,
And yet I wonder,
Does she really understand?
Author Marva Seaton 