Can’t Buy My Love

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My love you can not buy 
as means of fear to quell

‘Cause the tears I cry
 a wealth of pain do tell

There’s nothing you can try
to dam a bursting well

When it’s all been a lie
in the world you dwell

If inch by inch to die
in a life of living hell

Would my own soul deny
for the evil it’d spell

This I will not do
in any shape or way

No matter what bribe you
offer as means of pay 

 For what was never true
is no longer shaded gray

When threats did once ensue
your sins to never betray

There’s no excuse to use
for the nasty things you’d say 

Payment for which comes due
upon your soul one day!

 Teresa Marie  1/9/12 ©

Daddy, Why?

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Daddy, why is it that you
 the truth can not ever see

When the reality of it is
that a father you’ll never be? 

Oh daddy, why do you always
blame things you’ve done on me? 

And come to think about it
you did the same to mommy.

Oh daddy, I really do hope
that there will come a day

When you will open your eyes
and see it in another way

For it’s what you have done
and the things that you say

Which have pushed me so far
that I just had to get away 

And now you’ve turned your back
on your daughters one, two, three

As you cry out to the world
“How could they do this to me?! “

Oh daddy, I really do pray
you wake up to the reality

That this was never how
I wanted for it to be

But you can’t keep treating others
like they’re dirt under your feet

Daddy, I wish you could see
that it’s only yourself you defeat

When the time comes for you
the end of life to meet

 Remember with God you’re alone
standing before His judgement seat!

Teresa Marie  1/9/12  ©

For my three abandoned girls
I love you all, one, two, three! 

Find A Way

Know that I will
always find a way
to make my escape
from you some day

You drag me back
and I will run
’cause you don’t realize
I’m a loaded gun

Everything that you do
or try to say
will come back around
on to you anyway

You will shoot yourself
in the foot alone
there is nothing in
you that I condone

‘Cause you have abused
my mother and me
don’t believe your lies
I have eyes to see!

Teresa Marie  10/13/11

Like a Clown

You treat me
like a clown

Bad-mouthed me
all over town

In your efforts
keeping me down

But it’s you
wearing the frown

 

You don’t see
me coming around

‘Cause the happiness
that I’ve found

Removed the pain
that was profound

When under foot
I was ground

 

No longer do
you fool me

Your true colors
I did see

I choose never
again to be

Under the control
of an enemy

 

When the things
that you do

And the words
coming from you

Cause me pain
and hurt too

Shouldn’t I say
that I’m through?

 

If you really
do love  me

Why won’t you
set me free?

If you wish
happiness I’d see

Time that you
let me be!

Teresa Marie  9/30/11

For you Puddin’ Pie!  I love you xoxoxo

So Very Small

You make me feel
so very small

Like I’m a bug
on the wall

That you can swat
at any time

But I’m a child
what’s my crime?

I want a place
I can hide

Where I’ll ride out
your anger’s tide

I can’t understand it
what’d I do

Making you hate me?
I love you

Not the little girl
to control anymore

I’ve found my way
out the door

I’m in a place
they love me

From all your abuse
I’m almost free

I still have listen
when you call

But someday I won’t
answer at all

You could easily stop
this whole mess

Yet you won’t is
what I guess!

Teresa Marie  9/26/11
For Sara Jayne – I love you Punkin’ Pie

 

 

A Comment That I Want to Share With You All

This is a comment that I received on my poem “Think He Can See Me?” and I really wanted to be sure that everyone got a chance to read it.  Therefore, I am reposting here.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did:

 

There is hope…may I share this that has helped me over the years of healing:

I’ve carried this article around with me for years, and it never fails to pick me up after a fall or slump.  The words Veronica wrote here touch abused women to the very core…and enable healing to begin.  Read it, feel it, make it part of your wardrobe…and please pass it on to other women who need the hope of a better life.  Thank you! 

~

After a while…you learn

the subtle difference between

holding a hand

and chaining a soul

and you learn…

that love doesn’t mean leaning

and company doesn’t always mean security.

~

And you begin to learn

that kisses aren’t contracts

and presents aren’t promises

and you begin to accept your defeats

with your head up high and your eyes ahead

with the grace of a woman

not the grief of a child

and you learn…

to build all your roads on today

because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans

and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

~

After a while you learn…

that even sunshine burns

if you get too much

so you plant your own garden

and decorate your own soul

instead of waiting

for someone to bring you flowers.

~

And you learn…

that you really can endure

that you really are strong

and you really do have worth

and you learn…

and you learn…

with every goodbye, you learn.

~by Veronica A. Shoffstall

I have to add to this another comment that I received to this posting that may be useful to the abused:

abused women face fear fight huge daily life questions need answerrs to trust 24-7-365 our free SPREAD THE WORD TALK WITH THE LORD program inspoires daily talks catch they need your help with first question our blogs help g hubbard po box 2232 ponte vedra fl 32004 http://talkwiththelord.blogspot.com.

abused women face fear fight huge daily life questions need answerrs to trust 24-7-365 our free SPREAD THE WORD TALK WITH THE LORD program inspoires daily talks catch they need your help with first question our blogs help g hubbard po box 2232 ponte vedra fl 32004 http://talkwiththelord.blogspot.com.

genehubbard2@bellsouth.net

eugene hubbard

http://talkwiththelord.blogspot.com/

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Their Lies

My heart cries
I trusted the lies

Give me no alibies
Won’t believe your lies

The more she tries
No escaping from lies

Leaves her to despise
The “system” for lies

If next time she dies
Will you see his lies?

She just sits and cries
 For they think she lies

And still my heart cries
Because of the lies

As a plan I devise
To circumvent their lies

When on me she relies
For escape from the lies

Lord, please hear our cries
and expose all their lies!

Teresa Marie   7/18/11

Daddy It Hurts – Warning! Not Suitable For Children

 

 You who know me know my heart for the abused in this world.  My mother sent this to me and I am compelled to pass it on.  Please note that this is very disturbing and not at all suitable for young children.  Proceed with caution, the wording is not mine but what was on the e-mail.  Please do not take offense and have some kleenex ready for this is very, very sad!  God help us stop the abuse forever!  

This is a very sad one, it could be happening in your own neighberhood…

please pass it on and don’t be afraid to call 911 to report it if you see it happening!

This is A TRUE STORY AND IF YOU DON’T PASS THIS MESSAGE ON TO OTHERS,
YOU DON’T HAVE A SOUL!!! 

 

My name is Chris,
I am three,
My eyes are swollen.
I cannot see.

I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made,
My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,
I wish I weren’t ugly,
Then maybe my Mommy,
Would still want to hug me.

I can’t do a wrong,
I can’t speak at all,
Or else I’m locked up,
All day long.

When I’m awake,
I’m all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren’t home.

When Mom does come home,
I’ll try to be nice,
So maye I’ll just get,
One whipping to night.

I just heard a car,
My daddy is back,
From Charlie’s bar

I hear him curse,
My name is called,
I press myself,
Against the wall.

I try to hide,
From his evil eyes,
I’m so afraid now,
I’m starting to cry.

He finds me weeping,
Calls me ugly words,
He says it’s my fault,
He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me,
And yells at me more,
I finally get free,
And run to the door.

He’s already locked it,
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me,
Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor,
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues,
With more bad words spoken.

“I’m sorry!”, I scream,
But it’s now much too late,
His face has been twisted,
Into a unimaginable shape.

The hurt and the pain,
Again and again,
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!

And he finally stops,
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless,
Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Chris,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.

And you can help,
Sickens me to the soul,
If you read this
And don’t pass it on.

I pray for your forgiveness,
You would have to be,
One heartless person,
Not to be affected by me.

And because you ARE affected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do
Is pass this on!

IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
Post this as “Daddy… It hurts”

THE NEXT SENTENCE STOPS GOOD INFORMATION
At first I thought this was a chain letter
And I wasn’t going to send it either,
But now I realize that this is and important situation.

At least 5 children each day from around the world die from child abuse!!!!

This is heart wrenching. And it happens across the board. PLEASE KEEP THIS GOING!!!!

The LORD bless thee, and keep thee:
The LORD make His face shine upon thee,
and be gracious unto thee:
The LORD lift up His countenance upon thee,
and give thee peace.

A picture is worth a thousand words, enough said!

Always remember that Jesus died for us because He loves us!  And He also said, “Suffer the little children not to come unto Me.” I do believe.

With a heart that is broken for all of those abused,
Teresa Marie