Sexual abuse is the least spoken of and reported issue within the “black” community.
It’s so easy to reminisce about the good ole days and how things use to be, but so hard to talk about the ugly.
So many people try to sweep the bad under the rug. But know that the bad is still there infecting your roots and growing icky blossoms.
I wasn’t sexually abused,
I was physically abused!
My sister used to beat my ass so hard and so long, that I would have whelps all over my body.
Since both of our dads were no longer living, she had to keep me a lot, and that became a burden to her life.
Other than going out with her friends, she often had to stay home and watch me.
So when my mother went to work, she beat my body on the regular.
She beat me so much, that after awhile, she didn’t have to beat me to make me
cry.
We could be in a room full of family members and all she had to do was stare at me.
She would squinch her eyes real tight and I would start crying like was being beat in the moment.
To me that meant, “You’re gonna get a whooping later.”
I would tell my mother about the beatings and my mother would take me to my grandparents or aunties house.
But after awhile that would just fade away, and eventually I would end up being left in my sisters care.
She would beat me again for telling on her. So I stopped telling…
When I got older, I confronted her about how she use to beat me, she said: “Don’t you know John was molesting me??!!”….
That’s all she said.. No apology none whatsoever. Just an excuse, and her traumatic truth.
I’m almost 37 years old and I’m still working on healing traumas that happened to me 30 years ago.
So my question to you is..
Have any of you addressed the traumas inflicted on you throughout your life? Please share if so…
Writing about it can be very therapeutic… I know it is for me.
I find that the more I bare my soul, the better I can control my emotions around what happened to little Brandon.
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Childhood trauma or domestic abuse is rarely talked about on social media. Very few people like to talk about the ugly. Most people only show the good and talk about other people’s bad.
Please leave some suggestion on how we can start talking about sexual, physical and verbal abuse within our families, childhood and circles in the comment section. The more you bare your soul, the lighter you’ll become.
This #poem is for the women and men that have been abused by people that say they love them. It’s called…
“Taking The World Out On Me”
How could you rape the elements
that give you life?
Beat your children
and beat your wife?
Out there mining for coal
and pressing for diamonds.
Making them wealthy
wasting your energy and time.
Rushing for gold
being pimped by massa.
Building theirs up
while tearing down our castle.
Killing me softly
taking the world out on me.
Mad but really sad
because you think sadness is weak.
You should only raise your hands
to lift us up.
Only change your tone
when serenading your love.
Nigga you act just like
the one who made you.
Can’t master yourself,
because you were bred of a Slavic nature.
Hit me once
and forever I hate you!
Embarrassed that you
came from the likeness of my navel.
Can’t express yourself in words,
so you result to your hands.
You are one weak, pathetic,
excuse for a black man.
I’m leaving you
right now and forever.
How could you disrespect me,
I deserve better.
What happened to you?
Was it abuse or abandonment?
Will the violence ever stop?
Or is this the way ‘God’ planned it?
“Taking The World Out On Me”
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