Voices of the Children: A Poetic Exposé

By Lenora Trice

From beginning to end, one might wonder if these fictional poems are actually non-fiction. The reason being the author has a gift of imbuing her words with a soul of its own. Each poem tends to bring to life the social ills that has always plagued our society, namely, the molestation, abuse and killing of children. These poignant poems are written in story form using common language that can be understood by all. It will not be easy to put this book down without shedding a few tears.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 27, 2009
• ISBN: 9781465322166

Lenora Trice

Lenora Trice is a multi-talented great grandmother who also happens to be very versatile in her writing. Lenora and husband Frank moved their family from Michigan to Georgia in 1977. She quickly became active in many projects and was recognized by the Center for Disease Control (CDC) receiving several certificates of appreciation from them and other organizations. She was also presented a plaque by CDC for her dedication and outstanding service there as well as throughout metro Atlanta. Her writing talents resulted in receiving letters from Mrs. Nancy Reagan; radio personality, Mr. Tom Joyner and district attorney, Mr. Paul Howard, Jr. Books Somewhere in Here There’s You Keeping It Real Through Poetry Painting With Words Voices of the Children

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Copyright © 2009 by Lenora Trice.

ISBN:          Softcover                                 978-1-4415-8632-2

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Contents

DEDICATION

INTRODUCTION

SECTION 1

About the Babies

Keep Me, Father

A Matter Of Time

My Little Brother And Me

Mommy, Why?

Saved By A Knock On The Door

He Didn’t Love Me

Hand In Hand

Nobody Listened

My Dad Starved Me To Death

God, Why?

We’ll Make It Somehow

Sold For A Fix

The Baby Sitter

I Wasn’t Worth It

He Told Me To Call Him Daddy

A Letter To My Mommy

Do It Today!

I’m Free… At Last

Heaven Bound

He Lost His Puppy

They Can’t Find Me

My Very Own Father

In Grandma’s Care

SECTION 2

Giving Thanks!

Momma

Save Me

Just One More Time

Love For Sale

We Forgive You, Daddy

To My Momma

I Wish I Could…

My Mom And My Dad

Mama’s Kiss

Mother

I LOVE YOU!

THANK YOU!

A PERSONAL NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

Books

Somewhere in Here There’s You

Keeping It Real Through Poetry

Painting With Words

Voices of the Children

DEDICATION

I dedicate this book to every child who has been abused, the child who is being abused and to the memory of those who died at the hands of his or her abuser(s).

INTRODUCTION

I don’t know about you, but have you ever started doing something and then wonder why you’re doing it? Well, that is how I began writing poetry about the abuse, killing of and exploitation of children—especially babies. The first poem I wrote on this subject was early in 2003. The poem is entitled Heaven Bound and is about a little boy named Terrell Peterson. Many of you might remember that story. Thinking about it now brings tears to my eyes. Anyway, six years later while having breakfast with friends, a woman at the table said she worked at DFACS and remembered the story well because he was the little boy with all those cigarette burns on his back. When she said that, I nearly fell off the chair because to me, that was an affirmation. You see, I thought I was writing a make believe story or a fictional poem. I had no earthly idea that some of what I was describing in the poem actually happened. I dedicated the poem to all babies, children—boys and girls—who had died or were abused at the hands of a loved one or an adult figure.

After writing that poem, I don’t think I wrote any similar poems because I was into writing about love; the ups and downs of falling or being in love and yes, I wrote lots of poems about sex, etc. BUT, after a few years of ‘being in love’ poems, I would see pictures of beautiful smiling babies on the TV news that had been abused by either the parent or boyfriend of the parent. In the meantime, I stopped watching the news because not only was the news very depressing but it became more difficult for me to write about love, etc. Would you believe I became less and less motivated to write about anything? Oh, I had friends encouraging me to pick up the pen; one even suggested I purchase a book about becoming motivated. I tried their ideas but nothing. I