S: Lullabies For Little Criminals
FC: Brandi Morgan
1: Heather O'Neill dazzles with a first novel of extraordinary prescience and power, a subtly understated yet searingly effective story of a young life on the streets—and the strength, wits, and luck necessary for survival. At thirteen, Baby vacillates between childhood comforts and adult temptation: still young enough to drag her dolls around in a vinyl suitcase yet old enough to know more than she should about urban cruelties. Motherless, she lives with her father, Jules, who takes better care of his heroin habit than he does of his daughter. Baby's gift is a genius for spinning stories and for cherishing the small crumbs of happiness that fall into her lap. But her blossoming beauty has captured the attention of a charismatic and dangerous local pimp who runs an army of sad, slavishly devoted girls—a volatile situation even the normally oblivious Jules cannot ignore. And when an escape disguised as betrayal threatens to crush Baby's spirit, she will ultimately realize that the power of salvation rests in her hands alone.
2: The issues touched on in this book are important and pervasive ones. | They are also issues Christians traditionally feel ill at ease around. | That’s fine. Being uncomfortable around sex, drugs, and unfortunate | abusive relationships is one thing. Completely ignoring them is another.
3: Lullabies was an eye-opener for me. I kept wishing that the inevitable would not happen to Baby, that she would not get caught up in the drugs and sex-for-money side of life, but she did. Then I kept hoping that she would escape physical abuse, and when her pimp started hitting her, I really felt desperate for her to get out of that situation. The ending seemed too good to be true, that her father would have been so shocked by her leaving that he would come to his senses and get her right out of the poisonous environment of the big city. The cousin was a miracle, a new beginning to let Baby use her amazing brainpower to build a better life. I am rooting for her! I feel that by reading this book I have a little better insight into what it must be like to live on the streets, how easy and even necessary it would be to fit into your surroundings and cope in the best way you know how. The difficulty of keeping yourself alive and healthy; the sweet seductive haze of drug se that makes it a bit more bearable; the mechanical process of selling your body, where sex and love are not linked at all; the automatic acceptance that this is the way things are and that you will go along with whatever life throws in your direction: these are all aspects of lives lived in circumstances quite different from my upbringing and my current sheltered existence. The challenges in my life are very different and I am very great full for that.
6: ALTHOUGH TEEN PROSTITUTES live in the same cities and towns as ordinary teenagers across the United States, their world is very different. They are here in our communities, and yet they are hidden from most people. They are kids, and yet the life they live separates them from most other kids and from normal teenage activities and concerns. They are criminals, but they are the victims of repeated crimes. They are family members, but most have not known a family’s love and support. They have independence, but they do not have freedom. They are earning money, but they live in poverty. They are sexually active, but without intimacy. They have escaped one set of rules but are forced to obey other, harsher ones. The world of prostitution is so separate from the ordinary world that most people rarely catch more than a glimpse of it. If they pause to wonder about a teen prostitute’s life—to ask what it’s really like, what would make a young person want to live like that, or what prostitution does to a teenager—they will not find many clues in the ordinary world. Even when the news tells of the death or the arrest of a young prostitute, it rarely explains anything about the world that young person lived in. Looking behind the surface of that separate world is one way to see how teen prostitutes really live. Even from an early age, these kids often have a different and painful experience of the world. The steps they take to avoid being hurt in the ordinary world often lead them, unknowingly, into the separate world of prostitution. Exploring what prostitution means to the kids who are involved in it helps show what has worked and what hasn’t in helping teen prostitutes return to the ordinary world. For some teens, prostitution is a kind of turned-around way of trying to get the financial support and love that they need, but that their families haven’t been able to provide. Yet their families may cling to a respectable image that is not connected to the harsh realities their child must cope with on the street.
7: Lacking parental support and love, these teens would have a very difficult time trying to cross back into the world where they grew up. One girl explained the attitude of her parents toward her life as a prostitute: My family knows about it, but since I left home and have been supporting myself, I get along better with them than when I lived there. My dad, he don’t say nothin’ about it. My mother says she wished I wasn’t out there, but she will accept me back and I am still her daughter no matter what I did. This girl sees her prostitution as something she “did,” not as a form of sexual exploitation. She perceives her parents’ lives as better without her presence—a very profound loss, and a strong barrier to her ever returning to live under their care. “She didn’t really care” Another teen prostitute’s name was published in the crime reports of her hometown newspaper. In this very public way, she was labeled as a criminal. Yet her story reveals that she, also, lacked support from the most important person in the life of most children, her mother. Yeah, she read about it in the papers when I got arrested for prostitution. So I explained it to her and it just hurt her so bad, she said. But she didn’t really care ’cause she was trying to find some way of getting rid of having to support me, so it didn’t bother her all that much. She said it did, and carried on a scene, but it didn’t bother her at all.2 Her mother’s respectability does not include a sense of genuine caring for her daughter’s welfare. These teens, like too many other runaways and hustlers on the streets of America’s cities, have moved into a life separated from everyday concerns and values. The stories told by these and many other street kids show how different their lives are from the lives of most American teenagers. While all teens share many of the same hopes and wishes, these teenagers face quite different worries and problems. Their stories are a window into the separate world of prostitution.
8: SACRAMENTO, California (CNN) -- For more than two years, undercover cops on the Sacramento Police Department's vice squad have been working one of the most draining beats: trying to crack down on online child prostitution. Police have nabbed nearly 70 girls under the age of 18 since 2005. Most of the girls were released to foster or group homes. Those are just the official figures; investigators think there are many more child prostitutes out there. It is no easy task. "We're asking these girls to do a big thing ... which is to stop what they're doing," said Sgt. Pam Seyffert of the Sacramento Police Department. "Stop what's working for them. Surviving is basically what they're doing." | Sacramento police are working with the FBI as part of a nationwide campaign to combat underage prostitution called Innocence Lost. The goal of the program, which is now in almost 30 U.S. cities, is to decriminalize the girls and concentrate on catching the pimps who control them. "It really makes me angry," Seyffert said. "I think everybody on the team has different reactions to it, but I just flat out get really angry that some guy thinks he can take this girl and basically deprive her of her freedom." It is not uncommon for the officers on the unit to put in 30-hour shifts. Oftentimes, their work is heart-wrenching. Child prostitution is even tougher on the parents of these girls. Roslyn and Sergio's daughter had been missing for more than two weeks. They waited for hours at police headquarters in hopes that their daughter would be found. Vice squad officers found her in a downtown apartment with Bruce William Carter, a 21-year-old man who police said had posed on the Internet holding fistfuls of cash. He pleaded not guilty to charges of statutory rape and was held in lieu of $35,000 bail. The couple's daughter, who had just turned 17, was detained but not arrested.
9: "It hurt," said Roslyn, who appeared weary and a bit shell-shocked. "Because you don't want to see your children involved in things like this. You don't realize how dangerous the Internet is. Now, we got to keep her away from the Internet." Police say most of the ads appear on Craigslist, the popular and free Internet classifieds site, under a category named "Erotic Services." Even though Craigslist has posted a bold disclaimer warning against human trafficking and the exploitation of children, law enforcement officials said it doesn't seem to deter girls from posting the ads or men who are searching for sex. But why would a girl sell her body online? To help answer that question, Sacramento police made arrangements for CNN to interview a 14-year-old girl who said she'd started selling herself as a prostitute at the age of 11. "I wanted to feel loved. ... I wanted to feel important," said the teen, who did not want to be identified. She said she used Craigslist because it was free and she could post dozens of ads a day. Even though she understood the seriousness of what she was doing, she said she didn't care. "You could put stuff in your ad like 'wet and wild,' 'fun and sassy,' things like that to catch their attention, to make them want you," she said. Craigslist executives said they abhor the fact that their site is being used for child prostitution but believe that the problem could be harder to track if they removed the category. "It would be a bigger problem if we removed that category and had those ads spread throughout the site," said Jim Buckmaster, chief executive officer of Craigslist. Both legal experts and police say Craigslist bears no legal responsibility. Undercover officers said the fact that the listings can be traced helps them pinpoint the girls and sometimes leads them to pimps. For her part, Roslyn has a strong message for the man arrested in connection with her daughter's detention. "I want him to stay away from my daughter," she said. "I'm going to put a restraining order on him. Every time he goes near my daughter, I'm going to call the police and have him put in jail." Even though they have more work than they can handle, vice officers hold out hope that they can save more girls from a life of prostitution.
10: Poems.. | Poems.. | Another busy Saturday night money’s good, she doesn’t care. Standing there beneath that light war paint on, curly, frizzy hair. The car pulls up, she gets inside gives a tiny giggle, a perfect smile. She suppresses feelings, they are denied. She plays the role, for a little while. Morning comes, she's thread bare and spent her eyes are hollow and black, dark as a crow. Someday she’ll wonder where youth went and why she never had the chance to grow. | New shoes, tight seductive clothes big hoop earrings, plump red lips all made up from head to toes thick mascara, hands on her hips. Cheap, inexpensive perfume on her neck she’s only fourteen, but looking so bold. She tells her family, “What the heck?” eyes shining bright, so wizened and cold.
11: You Beautiful Girl of the Street by: Edwin Leibfreed You beautiful girl of the street! With paramours a-plenty. With radiant hair, and lips so sweet. And summers barely twenty! We met, and though we did not speak The language of the gutter, I read the words in eyes and cheek, That stammer not, nor mutter. You trade in love as if 'twere stuff, That glittered into money; And count it happiness enough To gather bloom for honey. You sip no sweets, yet think you do, And turn death into pleasure, And leave no hope where promise grew, And forfeit virtue's treasure. Your flirting eyes, your teeth of pearl, Youth's calyx and love's flower, They stamp you all, bewitching girl, And prove your beauty's power. What drove you to the street? Was it Some shattered idol, who Betrayed you with his purse and wit, And then discarded you? Or was it that you did not know Love's voice that did entreat? Or, did desire merely grow, And then suggest the street? And would you love, and could you love, If, seeking you, there came An upright youth, who meant to prove You lost naught through your shame? Or, has desire seared your heart? Does life hold nothing dear? Is passion, now, the only art That draws a lover near? | Breathe one soft prayer that He may save The flowers culled by lust! Your pretty face belies the speech Your lips frame in reply. Your faith still holds within its reach The promise of the sky! Within your barren heart there lies The cherished hope, that when The evil thing within you dies, Your love will live again! Do different standards measure sex, And brand a woman lost, And leave her past a thing to vex, While men know naught of cost? Why should the one receiving, lose More than the one who gives? Do women who fair youth seduce Turn moral fugitives? Oh, Magdalene who walks the street, In pity walk no more. The trophies that your eyes would greet, Let some pure heart adore! With convoy of sweet prayer, some boy To manhood's ways was brought. Why wreck a mother's sacred joy, That in her soul was wrought? Oh, Magdalene whom Christ forgave And spared in silence, just,
12: L Y R I C S | S O N G
13: Runaway Love- Ludacris | Yeah and it go a little somethin' like this Yeah and it go a little somethin' like this Runaway love, runaway love Runaway love, runaway love Runaway love, runaway love Runaway love, runaway love Now little Lisa's only nine years old She's tryin' to figure out why the world is so cold Why she's all alone and they never met her family Momma's always gone and she never met her daddy Part of her is missin' and nobody'll listen Momma's on drugs, gettin' *** up in the kitchen Bringin' home men at different hours of the night Startin' with some laughs, usually endin' in a fight
14: Sneakin' in her room when her momma's knocked out Tryin' to have his way and little Lisa says ouch She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her Tries to tell her mom but her momma don't believe her Lisa's stuck up in a world on her own Forced to think that Hell is a place called home Nothin' else to do but get some clothes and pack She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back Runaway love, runaway love Runaway love, runaway love Runaway love, runaway love Runaway love, runaway love Little Nicole is only ten years old She's steady tryin' to figure why the world is so cold Why she's not pretty and nobody seems to like her Alcoholic step-dad always wanna strike her Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises Teachers ask questions, she's makin' up excuses Bleedin' on the inside, cryin' on the out It's only one girl really knows what she's about Her name is little Stacy and they become friends Promise that they'll always be tight 'til the end Until one day, lil' Stacy gets shot A drive-by bullet went stray up on her block
15: Now Nicole's stuck up in a world on her own Forced to think that Hell is a place called home Nothin' else to do but get her clothes and pack She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back Runaway love, runaway love Runaway love, runaway love Runaway love, runaway love Runaway love, runaway love Little Erica is eleven years old She's steady tryin' to figure why the world is so cold So she pops *** to get rid of all the pain Plus she's havin' sex with her boy who's sixteen Emotions run deep as she thinks she's in love So there's no protection, he's usin' no glove Never thinkin' 'bout the consequences of her actions Livin' for today and not tomorrow's satisfaction The days go by and her belly gets big The father bails out, he ain't ready for a kid Knowin' her momma would blow it all out of proportion Plus she lives poor, so no money for abortion
16: Erica is stuck up in a world on her own Forced to think that Hell is a place called home Nothin' else to do but get her clothes and pack She says she 'bout to run away and never come back Runaway love, runaway love Runaway love, runaway love Runaway love, runaway love Runaway love, runaway love Runaway love, runaway love Runaway love, runaway love Runaway love, runaway love Runaway love, runaway love Runaway, runaway love Don't keep runnin' away I'll run away with you If you want me to Yeah, I can only imagine what you goin' through, ladies Sometimes I feel like runnin' away myself So do me a favor right now and close your eyes And picture us runnin' away together When we come back, everything is gonna be okay Open your eyes
18: [GIGI] They are not nice, they're mostly noise They swear like men, they screw like boys I know there's nothing in their hearts But every time I take one in my arms It starts: The movie in my mind The dream they leave behind A scene I can't erase And in a strong GI's embrace Flee this life Flee this place The movie plays and plays The screen before me fills He takes me to New York He gives me dollar bills Our children laugh all day And eat too much ice cream And life is like a dream | The Movie In My Mind- Miss Saigon
19: Dream The dream I long to find The movie in my mind [KIM] I will not cry, I will not think I'll do my dance, I'll make them drink When I make love, it won't be me And if they hurt me, I'll just close my eyes [KIM, GIRLS] And see they are not nice, they're mostly noise The movie in my mind they kill like men, they die like boys The dream that fills my head they give their cash, they keep their hearts A man who will not kill but every night again it starts [KIM] Who'll fight for me instead He'll keep us safe all day So no one comes at night To blow the dream away Dream The dream I have to find The movie in my mind [ALL GIRLS] And in a strong GI's embrace Flee this life Flee this place [KIM] A world that's far away Where life is not unkind The movie in my mind
20: D r u g s
22: 10 Reasons Why Kids Use Drugs and Alcohol Kids don't waste time when it comes to experimenting with drugs and alcohol. According to the 1995 Youth Risk Behavior Surveillance, almost a quarter of all high school students (23.2%) smoked a whole cigarette before the age of 13, and more than a third of them (35.2%) drank alcohol before that age. Walt Mueller, president and founder of the Center for Parent/Youth Understanding, says these are the reasons kids use and abuse drugs and alcohol: 1. Curiosity-Kids love to try new experiences that appear exciting; they crave firsthand knowledge. 2. Peer pressure-Social acceptance is a great need for teenagers. One survey showed that 70% of teenagers cite friends and classmates who drink as the #1 reason for drinking. 3. Fun-Unfortunately, drugs are one way kids flee boredom. And because kids often abuse drugs in groups, it's a way to bond with friends. 4. To appear "grownup"-Teenagers use smoking and drinking as a way to shed their "kid" image. 5. They're oh-so-easy to get-In one study, 58% of kids said marijuana was easy to come by. 6. Advertising-Kids are drawn to ads that show attractive people enjoying desirable and exiting activities while drinking and/or smoking. 7. Culture and role models-Lyrics, videos, and the lifestyles of music, sports, and movie stars can communicate that drugs are cool or will make you cool and popular. 8. Family problems-Kids who come from dysfunctional homes are more likely to use drugs and alcohol as a coping mechanism. Kids who come from homes characterized by love, nurture, and involvement are less likely to abuse drugs. 9. Escape-Kids whose lives are filled with pain and stress may find the short-lived high of drugs and alcohol a welcome escape. 10. Addiction-More than three million adolescents in America have a serious problem with drug addiction.
23: Denial | Over 8.3 million children under 18 years of age (11.9 percent) lived with at least one parent who was dependent on or abused alcohol or an illicit drug during the past year (Figure 1).6 Of these, almost 7.3 million (10.3 percent) lived with a parent who was dependent on or abused alcohol, and about 2.1 million (3.0 percent) lived with a parent who was dependent on or abused an illicit drug. Past year substance dependence or abuse by parents involved almost 14.0 percent of children aged 5 or younger compared with 12.0 percent of children aged 6 to 11 and 9.9 percent of youths aged 12 to 17. About 5.4 million children under 18 years of age lived with a father who met the criteria for past year substance dependence or abuse, and 3.4 million lived with a mother who met the criteria (Table 1). These population estimates are equivalent to 10.2 percent of all children in this age range who lived with their father and 5.1 percent of those who lived with their mother. One in eight (12.8 percent) children under age 18 in two-parent households had one or more parents who were dependent on or abused alcohol or illicit drugs in the past year. Among children residing in single-parent households, living with a substance dependent or abusing parent was more likely in father-only households (16.1 percent) than in mother-only households (8.4 percent).
24: Poems.. | She had a sister who was also her best friend. Now her sister is addicted to Heroin and she can do is pray that her sister will the battle against this powerful substance. What Happened? © ANGELITA ALVAREZ What happened is what I ask my self everyday. What was she thinking knowing she'd be putting her life to waste. This is my sister and I love her with all my heart, But doing drugs has only kept us far apart.
25: & More Poems.. | P o e m s . | I never thought she would end up this way, It hurts me knowing I can't help her, so all I do is pray, I pray for her to open her eyes before it's too late. Dealing drugs and stealing became her hobby, I guess she doesn't care if her kids end up without a mommy. Why can't she be the way she was before? Now that was my sister, the one that always loved me more. She was my best friend, we were always together, Nothing ever kept us apart because we promised we'd be sisters forever. I guess forever finally came to an end. She don't love me anymore now, Heroin became her new friend. I cry every time something reminds me of my sister, I feel anger and pain inside knowing I can't help her. But I won't lose faith, Every night I will pray, Cause I know someday God will show her the way. So now I put this poem to an end and wish only for the best,
26: Pain | I wrote this poem to my twin sister when I was addicted to heroin. She was the reason I stopped. And to anyone who is addicted to any kind of drug, you have to find your reason, because that is what gives you enough courage to stop. A Reason To Stop © Ali I'm so sorry that I'm hurting you, You know there's nothing I can do. Everytime I inject I think of you, How you're thinking this can't be true. I promised one day I'll get help, And I still mean it, I just need some time. I need to think things through. I just want to be with you. But you say I'm hurting you too much. You push me away. You push me out. I need you to be there, Just to tell me how much you care.
27: Lose Control | I push the needle into my vein, You shake your head and say I'm not going to change. I sit there and cry, Not enjoying my high. I don't want to be like this, It's you I miss. I cover my arm and hope you won't see, But the injection marks have become a permanent part of me. When you see them you start to cry, You tell me that I'm going to die. I don't want to die, I don't want to leave you. You can think I'm lying, but Steph, it's true. I would give up my needle just to see you smile, But you never do so I'll give you a while.
28: I fall to the floor, Hoping to stop. I end up hitting my face on a rock. The cut goes so deep, But I don't even care. I watch the blood dry into my hair. I'm scared of myself, There's a monster within. Only heroin can cure him, He always wins. I want him to go away, To leave me alone, But you say he'll go away only if I stop getting stoned.
29: I'm so sorry, You have to know it's true. I just hate, hate hurting you. Every time you cry it makes me inject more, I try to dull the pain, I'm going insane. So I promise now, I promise to stop. I want you to smile, I want you to laugh. I love you so much, and you have to know it's true. I love you enough to stop hurting you.
30: Song Lyrics
31: I don't know just where I'm going But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can 'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man When I put a spike into my vein And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same When I'm rushing on my run And I feel just like Jesus' son And I guess that I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know I have made the big decision I'm gonna try to nullify my life 'Cause when the blood begins to flow When it shoots up the dropper's neck When I'm closing in on death And you can't help me not, you guys And all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk You can all go take a walk And I guess that I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know
32: I wish that I was born a thousand years ago I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas On a great big clipper ship Going from this land here to that In a sailor's suit and cap Away from the big city Where a man can not be free Of all of the evils of this town And of himself, and those around Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Heroin, be the death of me Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life Because a mainer to my vein Leads to a center in my head And then I'm better off than dead
33: Because when the smack begins to flow I really don't care anymore About all the Jim-Jim's in this town And all the politicians makin' busy sounds And everybody puttin' everybody else down And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds 'Cause when the smack begins to flow Then I really don't care anymore Ah, when the heroin is in my blood And that blood is in my head Then thank God that I'm as good as dead Then thank your God that I'm not aware And thank God that I just don't care And I guess I just don't know And I guess I just don't know
34: Ozzy Osbourne Sweet Leaf Lyrics: When I first met you, didn't realize I can't forget you, for your suprize you introduced me, to my mind And left me wanting, you and your kind Oh yeah! I love you, Oh you know it [ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/CmB5 ] My life was empty forever on a down
35: Until you took me, showed me around My life is free now, my life is clear I love you sweet leaf, though you can't hear Oh yeah! Come on now, try it out Straight people don't know, what your about They put you down and shut you out you gave to me a new belief and soon the world will love you sweet leaf Oh yeah baby!
36: R e l a t i o n s h i p s | A b u s i v e
38: Domestic violence and abuse can happen to anyone, yet the problem is often overlooked, excused, or denied. This is especially true when the abuse is psychological, rather than physical. Emotional abuse is often minimized, yet it can leave deep and lasting scars. Noticing and acknowledging the warning signs and symptoms of domestic violence and abuse is the first step to ending it. No one should live in fear of the person they love. If you recognize yourself or someone you know in the following warning signs and descriptions of abuse, don’t hesitate to reach out. There is help available.
39: Recognizing abuse is the first step to getting help Domestic abuse often escalates from threats and verbal abuse to violence. And while physical injury may be the most obvious danger, the emotional and psychological consequences of domestic abuse are also severe. Emotionally abusive relationships can destroy your self-worth, lead to anxiety and depression, and make you feel helpless and alone. No one should have to endure this kind of pain—and your first step to breaking free is recognizing that your situation is abusive. Once you acknowledge the reality of the abusive situation, then you can get the help you need.
40: There are many signs of an abusive relationship. The most telling sign is fear of your partner. If you feel like you have to walk on eggshells around your partner—constantly watching what you say and do in order to avoid a blow-up—chances are your relationship is unhealthy and abusive. Other signs that you may be in an abusive relationship include a partner who belittles you or tries to control you, and feelings of self-loathing, helplessness, and desperation. To determine whether your relationship is abusive, answer the questions below. The more “yes” answers, the more likely it is that you’re in an abusive relationship.
41: SIGNS THAT YOU’RE IN AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS Feelings Your Partner’s Belittling Behavior Do you: feel afraid of your partner much of the time? avoid certain topics out of fear of angering your partner? feel that you can’t do anything right for your partner? believe that you deserve to be hurt or mistreated? wonder if you’re the one who is crazy? feel emotionally numb or helpless? Does your partner: humiliate or yell at you? criticize you and put you down? treat you so badly that you’re embarrassed for your friends or family to see?
42: ignore or put down your opinions or accomplishments? blame you for his own abusive behavior? see you as property or a sex object, rather than as a person? Physical abuse and domestic violence When people talk about domestic violence, they are often referring to the physical abuse of a spouse or intimate partner. Physical abuse is the use of physical force against someone in a way that injures or endangers that person. Physical assault or battering is a crime, whether it occurs inside or outside of the family.
43: The police have the power and authority to protect you from physical attack. Sexual abuse is a form of physical abuse Any situation in which you are forced to participate in unwanted, unsafe, or degrading sexual activity is sexual abuse. Forced sex, even by a spouse or intimate partner with whom you also have consensual sex, is an act of aggression and violence. Furthermore, people whose partners abuse them physically and sexually are at a higher risk of being seriously injured or killed.
44: Emotional abuse: It’s a bigger problem than you think When people think of domestic abuse, they often picture battered women who have been physically assaulted. But not all abusive relationships involve violence. Just because you’re not battered and bruised doesn’t mean you’re not being abused. Many men and women suffer from emotional abuse, which is no less destructive. Unfortunately, emotional abuse is often minimized or overlooked—even by the person being abused. Abuse – Your abusive partner lashes out with aggressive, belittling, or violent behavior. The abuse is a power play designed to show you "who is boss."
45: Guilt – After abusing you, your partner feels guilt, but not over what he's done. He’s more worried about the possibility of being caught and facing consequences for his abusive behavior. "Normal" behavior – Your abuser does everything he can to regain control and keep you in the relationship. He may act as if nothing has happened, or he may turn on the charm. This peaceful honeymoon phase may give you hope that your abusive partner has really changed this time. "Normal" behavior — The abuser does everything he can to regain control and keep the victim in the relationship. He may act as if nothing has happened, or he may turn on the charm. This peaceful honeymoon phase may give the victim hope that the abuser has really changed this time.
46: Fantasy and planning – Your abuser begins to fantasize about abusing you again. He spends a lot of time thinking about what you’ve done wrong and how he'll make you pay. Then he makes a plan for turning the fantasy of abuse into reality. Set-up – Your abuser sets you up and puts his plan in motion, creating a situation where he can justify abusing you.
47: Economic or financial abuse: A subtle form of emotional abuse Remember, an abuser’s goal is to control you, and he or she will frequently use money to do so. Economic or financial abuse includes: Rigidly controlling your finances. Withholding money or credit cards. Making you account for every penny you spend. Withholding basic necessities (food, clothes, medications, shelter). Restricting you to an allowance. Preventing you from working or choosing your own career. Sabotaging your job (making you miss work, calling constantly) Stealing from you or taking your money.
48: Poems.. | I wrote this poem to kind of tell people the fear you have when you get raped and also how it affects you for the rest of your life. Its been 7 years for me and I still absolutely cannot forget it. And it doesn't matter if I'm around my best, sweetest guy friend, I'm still afraid and nobody will ever understand that unless someone does something sick like that to them. But I have learned through all this that God has a purpose for everything- even this and no matter what He is always there for you so you are never alone!
49: Poems.. | & More Poems | I Trusted You © Jessica I hear the floor creek Closer and closer toward my bedroom door I try to stay quiet hiding under the covers Though I know he will find me I hope he doesn't hear my heartbeat Or hear me praying God will protect me tonight But as I do I start to cry because I know TONIGHT'S ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS WHEN GOD JUST DOESN'T HEAR ME
50: Scars | I let out one more sob And the door swings open The hallway light shines in But darkness radiates off him So strong He has a smile on his face Nothing will stop him I cant even defend myself He gets on top of me holding me down As I try to turn away He pulls me back covering my mouth I am too scared to breathe A few weeks pass by I hear him moaning my name While stumbling around the house Closer and closer he is walking toward me
51: Hurt | Distrust | Now he is on my bed And before he even touches me I begin to cry as I wonder Where is God tonight? This time I fight back I yell I cry But he has ways to shut me up. I do everything I can to loosen his grip He's hurting me so bad but will not let me go NO He will not let me go Not until he is finished He leaves me lying there To think of what I have lost "I'm sorry" is not enough He doesn't even realize what it has cost
52: Violence | Another few weeks pass by The shame keeps getting worse Too afraid to tell Though its so hard to hide this pain Day after day I must have been bad that night I hear him coming closer as I'm lying on the floor Lord I would do anything If you would keep him from walking through that door But he does I finally realize I am all alone No one to protect me
53: Torture | Heartache | No one who can save me... So I lie back down to take it But he throws me on the bed And makes me relive my worst fears When I just want to be dead I don't want to kill myself I just want to die God, why have you abandoned me? Can you not see the tears I cry? I will hurt myself later After you have hurt me This blood that stains the sheets Tangled up on my bed Reminds me of the words The images you have put inside my head
54: Crying | I can still feel you touching me, grabbing me Forcing my body closer to yours The feeling of your cold fingers all over me I constantly try to wash away From my scarred skin Since that first night I live my life in fear You are the reason I love too easily Why I cannot love at all. Because I trusted you I can no longer trust The pain I hold inside You will never know They will never understand That my scars don't even begin to show...
55: Sorrow | Isolation | -I just want to let you know that I am 15 and have gone through domestic and sexual abuse I spoke up and it made life so much easier. I am free now and don't have to suffer in silence, so please please speak out.-
56: Shame | Lost Innocence © Rebecca Edwards This young girl kept from sight crying into the middle of the night she fears that others will sense the shame but was this girl really too blame? this little girl who was full of belief could not from him seem to find relief she feels so dirty with her clothes which are tore when she is being flung on the bedroom floor this broken child lost her innocence at a very young age through a trusted mans deliberate drunken rage her little broken heart was full of pain through the rest of her life it would stain people would see the bruises that lay upon her face she wanted and longed for her special place while he was looking around this little girl couldn't make a sound
57: Guilt | Humiliation | she couldn't have her own bed he would be there touching her instead taking her clothes off he would touch this haunted her little heart so much she just wanted him to understand but instead she got the back of his hand night after night she endured this pain never to be happy ever again this little angel from above could not find the slightest inch of love this mountain of unnoticed fear went on year after year while she was crying silent tears he was tucking into some beers why would no one come to her aid day after day her happiness would fade this went on for so, so long and no one thought that this was wrong this little girl that no one could save she longed for her peaceful grave...
58: Song Lyrics | Martina Mcbride: Concrete Angel Lyrics She walks to school with a lunch she packed Nobody knows what she's holding back; Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday, She hides the bruises with the linen and lace; oh The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask, It's hard to see the pain behind the mask; Bearing the burden of a secret storm, Sometimes she wishes she was never born; Through the wind and the rain, She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above; But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved. Concrete Angel Concrete Angel A statue stands in a shaded place, An angel girl with an upturned face; Her name is written on a polished rock, A broken heart that the world forgot. Through the wind and the rain, She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above; But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved. Concrete Angel
59: Somebody cries in the middle of the night, The neighbors hear but they turn out the lights; A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate, When morning comes it will be too late. Through the wind and the rain, She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above; But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved. Concrete Angel
60: "All These Lives" Daughtry Lyrics Doesn't come down when she calls, "It's time for breakfast." Momma can't get down those halls Fast enough to see Glass is sprayed across the floor From the broken window. She can't breathe anymore. Can't deny what we know. They're gonna find you, just believe. You're not a person; you're a disease. All these lives that you've been taking, Deep inside, my heart is breaking. Broken homes from separation. Don't you know it's violation? It's so wrong, but you'll see. Never gonna let you take my world from me. The world outside these walls may know you're breathing, But you ain't comin' in. You ain't comin' in. Posters hung on building walls Of missing faces. Months go by without the cause, The clues, or traces.
61: They're gonna find you, just believe. You're not a person; you're a disease. All these lives that you've been taking, Deep inside, my heart is breaking. Broken homes from separation. Don't you know it's violation? It's so wrong, but you'll see. Never gonna let you take my world from me. The world outside these walls may know you're breathing, But you ain't comin' in. Shed the light on all the ones who never thought they would become A father, mother asking why this world can be so cold. Doesn't come down when she calls, "It's time for breakfast." The memories begin to fall. She asks, "When will I be free?"All these lives that you've been taking, Deep inside, my heart is breaking. Broken homes from separation. Don't you know it's violation? It's so wrong, but you'll see. Never gonna let you take my world from me. The world outside these walls may know you're breathing, But you ain't comin' in.
62: Martina Mcbride: Independence Day Lyrics Well she seemed all right by dawn’s early light though she looked a little Worried and weak she tried to pretend he wasn’t drinkin’ again but daddy left The proof on her cheek and I was only eight years old that summer and I always Seemed to be in the way so I took myself down to the fair in town on Independence day Well word gets a round in a small, small town they said he was a dangerous man But mama was proud and she stood her ground she knew she was on the losin’ end Some folks whispered some folks talked but everybody looked the other way and
63: When time ran out there was no one about on indpendence day Chours: let freedom ring, let the white dove sing let the whole world know that Today is a day of reckoning let the weak be strong, let the right be wrong roll The stone away, let the guilty pay, it’s independence day Well she lit up the sky that fourth of july by the time the firemen come they Just put out the flames and took down some names and send me to the county home Now I ain’t sayin’ it’s right or it’s wrong but maybe it’s the only way talk About your revolution it’s indepenedence day Repeat chorus Roll the stone away it’s independence
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