Child Abuse

Children deserve love, home, loving people which care for them, security, education, life, chance, respect, hope, future, health, support, safety, justice, independence and much más things.

They just want the simplest and most basic things in life, but instead they get this:
hatred, violence, indifference, death, pain, homelessness, starvation, loneliness, rape, childLabor, disease, sorrow, escape, compulsion, injustice, misery, exploitation, trafficking and much más things.

We should really protect them from evil, because they are our future, our descendants, our flesh and blood. But we are...

When I was eleven years old, my mum’s new boyfriend moved in with us. I thought it would be good for mum cos she had a drinking problem and was depressed, and I thought it would make her feel better having him there. At first he was ok and bought me presents, but then mostly he ignored me. Then after a few months he started doing things that made me nervous, like when I was at inicial alone with him he’d walk around naked. Then he asked me to touch him – I tried to avoid him all the time, but sometimes I couldn’t and I was scared to tell him to stop.
I didn’t know how to tell mum what...

"Little Susie"

Somebody killed little Susie
The girl with the tune
Who sings in the daytime at noon
She was there screaming
Beating her voice in her doom
But nobody came to her soon...

A fall down the stairs
Her dress torn
Oh the blood in her hair...
A mystery so sullen in air
She lie there so tenderly
Fashioned so slenderly
Lift her with care,
Oh the blood in her hair...

Everyone came to see
The girl that now is dead
So blind stare the eyes in her head...
And suddenly a voice from the crowd said
This girl lived in vain
Her face oso, oso de such agony, such strain...

But only the man from siguiente door
Knew Little Susie and...

Devlin Stayed with me all día it was now 12:00 am mum and dad normaly got inicial at around 1:00 am Although they didn't care, which made me wonder what makes a person do such horrible things to other people what makes someone care so little to not care?, school was no arco iris either it was like being stuck in a nightmare like living a Horror Movie it was now Monday normally i would have to get ready and go por myself but today i had Devlin with me which was lucky because it was hard to make it to school without being attacked por bullies. About 3 hours later at 3:00 am Mum walked through the door...

This is the Stop Child Abuse spot and whaat this man is doing is child abuse in a horrible way. Well, There is the Man (if tu can even call him that) named Joseph Kony. For 20 Years now he has been abducting children, forcing them to become sex slaves, kill their own parents, become child soldiers, and mutilate people's faces. And they are no older then teenagers. Some even as young as 6 and 7 years of age. Now this is not Happening in the United States but it is happening in Africa. Now some people in other countries might be like why does this concern us but it really does. Joseph Kony is...

Hi everyone I feel since tu joined this group (I'm not calling it a fan club) I think y'all should know what caused me to make this. Ok it started when I met my best friend Rachael Rebecca Starr. She was always a good friend to me and I knew I couldn't hide anything from her she was way to observant. But so am I. I started noticing bruises on her arms. She was clumsy so I thought nothin of it. The days were getting hotter so we started wearing shorts sleeves and stuff like that. The bruises they weren't covered much and I knew it wasn't her clumsiness. I looked at my shoulders and saw the...

Hey everyone. Sorry I wasn't on. Rachael's death fecha passed and I have been a mess. So I'm back and with más stuff in mind. Expect to see some más pics,articles,and videos here. Now on to what I have written

Why Can't anyone here me?
Why can't anyone see me?
Is it because tu can't face the truth that is in front of you?
Is it because tu think I deserve it?
Don't tu see the bruises that mark my body?
Don't tu see the pain that is in my eyes?
Don't tu hear my cries of pain every night?
Don't tu hear her evil laughter as he hurts me?
Don't tu understand that this is real?
Don't tu understand...

This is a short story I wrote about a twelve-year-old girl named Katie. It is not real, but still sad.

Katie’s Time

I sit in school, looking at the clock. I begin to believe I am the only one dreading summer vacation, believing that I am the only one wishing I could stay in school all day, all summer, forever. All the kids are making the most of the last few minutos of class. They’re signing yearbooks, getting phone numbers. I sit. I wait for the worst.

The campana rings. I stand, trying not to cry. I had never had to go through a summer like this before, because my mom died last year, at the...