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[aid] => mick
[title] => FILTERED THROUGH MY HEART
[time] => 2003-10-08 14:07:47
[hometext] => When a child is born to an Abusive Mother, how does she survive?
[bodytext] => If my Mother's life had continued she would have lived to 91 years total, of "Sullen Attitude!" Tortured soul, moody, never stable, Up & Down! Never a good word could be heard, for anyone around! Even her best friends, and my own father (secretly) were constantly "Put Down!" When an innocent child, finds themselves born to a Mother, such as she. They cannot reason, nor fathom, Why was I born on her family tree? She was my Mother not by choice. It's a fact, I had no voice! But, she was still my Mother..... and always will be! For you see, it was impossible for me, to be put back, and given to another! Kind, innocent, loving, and sensitive heart. Resided in me from birth's start. Cruel, unusual punishment realize. Survival meant, positive steps to surmise. "Tis said, "The brain, humanized by man, computer wise, and sized, Would fill all of the Empire State Bldg. as a huge marvelous, wondrous, enterprise! Scientists, Professors, and yes, Drs. too, Can't even come close to understanding all the magic the human brain can do! I'm so thankful for this brain of mine. Without it's magic I would have disappeared in no time! From infancy, I learned to become quite adaptable! In my head, I hated my mother's ugly ways, but after "filtering" the ugliness thru my heart of goodness, and using my mind as a partner, My Mean Mother became a "blur" Then I could conjure, a kind loving "Her!" Moodiness was her middle name. Therefore, "Filtering" became a game. Some days the filters collapsed, into fears & tears. On her good days, my mind & heart would cheer! Very young, "Filtering" became my life saving career! Now we understand, why youngsters never snitch! They have become experts at the switch! Little hearts of love, "filter" out the bad. So, what's left to tell? Although, this is very sad, when harmful, hurtful, abuse is filtered through little hearts of love, Suddenly, everything is viewed as just, "Swell!" Created by Cheri Cam LeBren October 6, 2003 Birth date of my Mother "Sleep well, Mom 'Twas the only time you had any peace!" [comments] => 4 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 19 [informant] => lovingcritters [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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