They Can't Hurt Me No More!

By Vernon T. Bateman

Society Call Me a Cry Baby


A human angel told me once it takes a strong man to cry. For almost fifteen years I thought my tears didnt matter. I was there, by bedside; holding Mother Natures hand tightly; to witness the birth of genocide! As the man made healers looked upon the deliverance from the womb of embedded bondage of chaos. Surprisingly as they raised their hand high towards the sun to come down, with such hurtful force to smack the innocent derriere of our precious young generation.

Impatiently waiting for a pulse inside lifes nurture

I heard the cries of every young boy and girl that ever fell victim to any pain that cause grief; from Jamarcus Bell to Trevon Martin, Kristina Jackson, Destiny Nichole Quarrels, Samantha Jhonson, Justine Aaberg, Emily Nicole Trotter, Julie Berrick, Cole Wilson, Kevin Buchman, Aarron Jurek, and their voices screamed full of pain!!

I first panicked and grabbed every emotion inside myself to shamefully not respond to these babies; continuously, desperately fighting and seeking to tend to my own baby. Once the ears of my heart opened up to seriously empathize with the tenderness of these kids broken voices and crys. Mysteriously my own Childs voice joined in, crying out for the exact same cure; as there little soft voices vibrated inside the merit of the bones inside my body. I yelled up to the most high; to please give me a precipitate of fortitude amongst the ability to at least aware society! For they can identify and understand to decipher the fluids inside my tears; I repeat times ten in prayer.

Dont let this discrimination of illness knock on your door in labor; carrying a virus of destructions. Close the door with the knowledge to aware your babies, so they can adopt the strength and faculties to aware their babies. If I can visionary stop the pain and crying before it starts; then you can too. I urge you all to get under this same umbrella, no matter what nationality or creed you are. Or maybe thats why your faces stay so dry while chins held so high.
However, I am to endure the sensitive rain drops from above that are constantly forming inside these childrens eyes

YES!! I AM YOUR CRY BABY

Author: Vernon T. Bateman

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Apr 15, 2013
• ISBN: 9781481752046

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THEY CAN’T HURT ME NO MORE

AUTHOR AND ILLUSTRATOR

VERNON T. BATEMAN

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COME INSIDE MY JANITORS CLOSET

SHAME ON YOU

BUS STOP BUDDY

STAND UP!!!

BEE- BO SONG

THEY CAN’T HURT ME NO MORE

AUTHOR INSPIRATION

I first would like to offer my condolences to the Families of those who have lost a loved one. This is a tale inspired by a true story of a very special young boy who’s no longer with us.

All too often we have witnessed the much loved ones dear to our hearts vanish; by way of oppression, imprisonment, or death. Some of our loved ones never have the opportunity to live out their dreams. Please allow me to say that I dedicate this very dream of mine to those who can dream no more; keeping them first in this cause.

Rest in Peace; to all the children who’ve lost their lives. You have encouraged me and others to resurrect their dreams. I serve them today for their innocence, their courage, and determination, shall remain always my source of inspiration.

Written by: Author Vernon T. Bateman

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FISHERS, Ind.(AP) — The federal lawsuit alleges that officials at Fishers Junior High School and Southeastern High School did nothing to prevent other students from harassing 14-year-old Jamarcus Bell because he was black, perceived to be gay and emotionally troubled.

The wrongful death lawsuit filed last week by Bell’s mother alleges that the teenager had his shoes and clothing stolen, metal pieces thrown at him during welding class and was physically assaulted at the schools in Fishers. At one point, the suit claims officials allegedly told a bully that Bell’s parents had complained, leading to retribution.

Bell was a