Footsteps
I can hear footsteps, The rapist is near me. I’ll scream and scream But noone will hear me, I screamed yesterday and today, I screamed for my mother. She lives 3500 miles away. Dorothy 12 Years Old
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I can hear footsteps, The rapist is near me. I’ll scream and scream But noone will hear me, I screamed yesterday and today, I screamed for my mother. She lives 3500 miles away. Dorothy 12 Years Old
Mother has gone for a very long time Fourteen years to be precise. Life is dreadful for me. Nothing is nice.
I sit and ponder what the best course of action would be. Should I open a can of worms or let sleeping dogs lie. If I let sleeping dogs lie then they will only be angry when they awake. The torment that I suffered on a daily basis is not something that anyone should ever […]
My grandmother, like most Saint Helena women would either plait my hair or put it up in curls with ringlets and pretty bows. She loved doing my hair. When she was done she would stand back and look admiringly and tell me how pretty I was. I would love her praising me and I would feel so proud of […]
Even to this day I thank God for the two years respite I had from abuse. It was one of the best times of my life. It was when I lived with the Salvation Army and they were amazing. Yet again my life was about to change. I had to to live with a man […]
The other day I was visiting my lovely Grandaughter Elizabeth. She is now four years old and growing up so fast. I sit and stare at her and see that she is just like me when I was that age. The only difference is that she has both her Mother and Father in her life. […]
I stood frozen. I had watched as I walked slowly, there was a young man dragging a child, the child was screaming and pleading for the young man to let go of the grip that he held her with. But I watched as he tightened his grip that he held her with. I watched as […]
Today I was looking through my old dairy and I found an entry that I wrote a very long time ago. It was an early morning during a Sunday in September of 1965 and I was just nine years old. I woke up to mumma calling my name, ” Dottie, Dottie get up”. I wasn’t […]
Once upon a time I didn’t have a voice, But now I have a choice and a voice. I will shout loud and clear, Life was cruel and unfair. I saw woman with missing mainly front teeeth, And eyes so bruised and swollen. Men who would knock me down and hold me […]
I remember the day that the Salvation Army Captain Graham Harding came to pick me up from Deadwood. He picked me only three hours after my grandmother had died. I remember that he picked me up in a green Morris Marina 1000 car. I was actually looking forward to leaving and was so happy to […]
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