**A note to our inside children: It’s okay, sweet ones. You no longer need to be perfect. You may ask questions. You may play. It is okay to feel anger and sadness. You are safe now. ~From the adults and teens of cetcetera
Perfect Child, perfect smile
Don’t dare make any sudden moves
For you may disrupt the crazy one
And for that you dearly will lose
Screams of Rage
Flash of Red
You feel you will surely be dead
Objects flying
Glass breaking
Till finally she is shaking. . . . .
Shaking your body – so small
Shaking violently – like a ragdoll
Run, run safe inside your mind
Leave all this terror behind
Her teeth clenched in rage
Her eyes full of anger
You try to make the “right” face
You just try to appease her
Blackness takes over, when you awake
You realize your back, arms, legs all ache
You look and the familiarity of it takes shape
Black and blue with streaks of red. . . . .
Would the perfect child been better off dead?
The things a mother did to expend her rage
Using an innocent one young in age.
©July 2005 written by Cetcetera
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Precious baby
So tiny & sweet
I so love to kiss your sweet feet.
My sweet baby
So lovely & small
I wanted to be there
Through it all.
I’m sorry they hurt you
Time & again
I wish I could’ve stopped
them, made it end.
©2002 written by Cetcetera
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Sweet baby
So cute & innocent
Soft & cuddly & trusting
How could you hurt
-One so small?
-One such as this?
-One who loves all?
Sweet little one
You never deserved
what you got
I want to help heal
Your wounds
Your shattered spirit
and mind
A wholeness & peace
Together we will find.
©2002 written by Cetcetera
