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"Teddy (Confessions)" by Loketha Angel

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Teddy,
I have a secret to tell you,
I hope you listen,
It is a secret that I can no longer hold.

I was bad again today,
Though I know not how,
I was bad again today,
Because Mommy told me so.

I’m not sure what it was that was bad,
Or how I wronged,
But I am sitting here right now,
Because I thought you should know.

When I woke up this morning,
I knew mommy and daddy were mad,
I knew because mommy was crying on the floor,
And daddy was yelling at her.

I stared at them as they fought,
My mommy starting to yell back,
But my daddy hit her really hard,
and called her funny names.

I did my best
To be real good,
And stay out of the way.
 
I cleaned my room,
And made my bed,
I even dress myself,
And brushed the hair on my head.

But I guess this is where I went wrong,
Because I spilt soda on my brand new shirt,
Daddy started yelling at me,
But I shut my eyes when I saw his hand raise I the air.

Mommy stood between us,
And started yelling at my daddy,
I put my hands over my ears,
And said I was sorry.

But I don’t think anyone heard me,
Because Daddy hit Mommy really hard,
Mommy grabbed me by my hair,
And took me out of the yard.

She told me I was dumb,
And called me a bunch of names,
I knew she was mad at me,
Because she hit me really hard.

She hit me harder,
And told me it was my fault,
I did my best to hide my tears,
And get dressed for Daddy.

Mommy fell to the ground,
Crying once again,
I placed a hand on her shoulder,
And Told her things would get better again.

I told her that I loved her,
But I guess she didn’t understand,
Because she hit again,
And told me I was bad.

Daddy came into the house,
And started yelling at mommy again,
I watched him her hit,
And I wished he wouldn’t hit her so hard.

See mommy and daddy hit each other a lot,
But mommy always cries,
I don’t think daddy knows,
But to make him happy mommy tells him lies.

So here I am teddy,
I came up to talk to you,
I know mommy and daddy love me,
And I love them too.

I don’t think mommy and daddy mean to hit me,
Quite so hard,
But sometimes grown ups forget,
How very small we are.

So teddy,
I wish you were real,
And not just a teddy bear,
Because I know you could help me tell mommies and daddies everywhere
How much they mean to us.

I don’t think they understand how much we love them,
Because they hit us harder everyday,
I wish they could try and understand,
That the pain outside goes away, but the inside never heals.

 Teddy,
If we could make them listen,
I hope they would understand,
So that maybe other kids like me,
Would never hurt again.

But I guess I am dreaming too big,
For a girl too small,
So tonight I will hold you tight,
And tomorrow we will conquer all.

I know you will never hurt me,
Dear teddy,
So let’s pretend the pains not there,
I know you will never hurt me,
I love you,
Dear Teddy Bear.



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On Sunday June 24th, 2007, Winter Born (160) writes:
Whoa...and here I thought my angst was worth writting about... I hope that you have many more years free of your fathers fists. I'm gonna go curl up and silently shed tears now...


On Saturday June 23rd, 2007, abaddon (39) writes:
Wow...... ~speachless and whatnot~ Um... You know I'm here for ya sis, and wow... ~hugs~ Thanks for sharing.


On Saturday June 23rd, 2007, TwilightMelodies (1041) writes:
Good god.....I have....goosebumps....I agree, with everything ErrOr said...the inoocence, of a child speaking to their teddy...thinking the entire world has the same problem, that all daddies and mommies are the same...excellent. ~*Beth*~


On Saturday June 23rd, 2007, Err0r (564) writes:
Oh my. This is amazing. I love the child speaking to the stuffed bear. Very nice emphasis. This work is so perfectly thought out. And grats on the anniversary. =) Aim for 3 more years.


On Saturday June 23rd, 2007, Loketha Angel (152) writes:
Just a quick afterword, I wrote this because today, June 23rd, is the three year anniversary since my father stopped hitting us. I hope people can understand what I was talking about, and can understand where I am coming from. Enjoy. &hearts Angel



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