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This is a poem I read years ago and managed to track down online (although it only appears once on the internet and is sadly unaccredited) It was the first poetry I read that really moved me.

'Beatings'

My father beats me up
Just like his father did
And grandad, he was beaten
by greatgrandad as a kid

From generation to generation
A poisoned apple passed along
Domestic daily cruelty
No-one thinking it was wrong

And it was:

Not the cursing and the bruising
The frustration and the fear
A normal child can cope with that
It grows easier by the year

But the ignorance, believing
That the child is somehow owned
Property paid for
Violence condoned.

kottkefan,
I know what that means....I like the writing but sad that someone had to write that ....or was compelled to write that....thanks....later

kottkefan,
This unfortunately could have been written by one of millions abused children.
Below is a report done by New Hampshire university in 1997, I doubt if the situation is any better today.

http://www.unh.edu/ccrc/factsheet.html - Facts'

kottkefan,
yanno....I was questioned by someone about what happened to me.....they did not beleive it happened....an this is by someone close to me.......that abused thier own children an abused eveyone in the house.......when they got bigger...I broke the chain of abuse...I read that it is a chain of what's happening....it's too bad when people cannot look at themselves an see...it was a very wise man that sed.....to know one's self .....first.............................