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This powerful and hopeful poem was written by Kirk. Thank you Kirk for sharing these words.

‘used to have such a happy smile,

Was told I would laugh, all the while,

Things went strange, then they went bad,

I started getting beaten, by my dad.

 

I got to seven, should have been buzzin’,

Didn’t want to see the abuse of my cousin,

Things were strange, and really bad,

The abuse carried out, by my dad.

 

My uncle would play, with little boys,

Then came the day, I was one of his toys.

Things were strange and really bad,

My abuser the brother, of my dad.

 

Our family life, my mom thought quite grand,

She always buried, her head in the sand,

She was strange, and really bad,

I think she knew, of the sins of my dad.

 

My parents they planned to live ‘cross the water,

On school holidays, they’d care for my daughter

My cousin came out, that plan was defeated

She told everyone, her darkest kept secret

 

Dad took his own life, he had to really,

He craved his liberty, far too dearly

The way he went, it made me sad,

I never got justice, even from my dad.

 

These words I’ve written are from the heart

When life gets tough, don’t fall apart

When days are dark don’t give up hope

you have the strength within to cope.

 

That is not, who I am now,

I have succeeded, oh and how.

I have made changes to my whole life,

Helped by a woman; I’d like as my wife.

 

Kirk

 

Posted 28 May 2019