The Childhood Sexual Abuse is Happening Around the World and in America's Homes

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The Childhood Sexual Abuse happens all around us and it happens all the time. What can we do about it? Listen to our children and be very understanding of them ,because they really need you now. I was sexual abuse, when I was a child and it has affeid me still to this day. The childhood memories are still torturing me to this ever day. Children are never the same after they be abuse, because it's still tortures them when they are older.
Being a survivor of Childhood Sexual Abuse is very hard ,because people really don't understand. How could people understand? It's hard to get up in the morning for me ,because I have depression.
Here is a poem by Elizabeth A. Kanze/2006

"When I Was A Child ,I Had Dreams of A Better Life"
By Elizabeth A. Kanze/2006

When I was a child, I had dreams of a better life.
Living under my father's power was terrify to me.
You see, the childhood sexual abuse went on for many years.
I remember, being terrified of the abuse ,that was happening each day of my life.

When I was a child, I had dreams of a better life.
Living under my father's hands was death for me.
You see, the childhood sexual abuse ,has aged me ,far beyond my years.
I remember, playing games with my sister Jenny.

When I was a child, I had dreams of a better life.
Living under my father's body was a death to me each time it would happened.
You see, I was just a little child ,and I was scared of ever sound that was behind my back.
I remember, going to Cape Cod with my family ,and feeling so lost inside my heart.

When I was a child, I had dreams of a better life.
Living under my father's hatrd ,was a war zone between good and evil.
You see, the childhood sexual changed me forever.
I remember, being terrified by father's crazy eyes as he was raping me.

When I was a child, I had dreams of a better life.

This is ,why a body is breaking down.

This is, why I'm so weak ,it's because I'm dying.
I know why, I'm dying , it's of all these words in this poem.

elizabethkanze@yahoo.com

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