Save my house for my girls
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If there is anyway that you can help donate to save my house I would forever be greatful! My two daughters need normalcy when they do get to come home for good since the corrupt judge has been removed and the new judge will rehear everything. Here is my story...
Have you ever had to look into the eyes of a child that is crying and wants protection from abuse, and then had to tell them that you can’t because the court didn't let you testify? Then watch your tearful eyed child walk out your door and into the hands of their abuser. If you answered no, then please read my daughters School paper work that she wrote in her English class in 2012 when she was only 14 years old. Both my daughters have been begging for someone to listen since the corrupt courts did not!
The Monster Within
As our cries rang out in short gasps and choked noises
As we tried to call for help and no one came to our rescue
Our dad tortured my sister and I as he watched us cower away
As he screamed and yelled because he didn’t get his way
And he didn’t care that his own children were backing away
Into a corner we went and when we hit the wall there was no other way out
When someone walked in and said “hello” he backed away in fear that someone would hear him
So up we ran and crashed through our door as we collapsed onto the floor
We cried and tried to get out of the horror house as he pounded on the on the door
And then suddenly silence, there was no more
As we tried harder than ever to get out but we found ourselves trapped in hell
As he pounded some more I shouted “Go away” through my choking sobs
Then we heard him stomp down the stairs and out the door
And heard his motorcycle roar to life. That sound sounded like his own angry roar into the night
The roar traveled down the street till the roar was no more
As we tip toed down the stairs to see if the monster was really gone.
We could hear the roar travel farther than ever before
When he came back home he was madder than ever
We tried to get away when he asked“what’s the matter?”
I told him that we hated him and told my sister to get away
And then all I could hear was the screaming of my sister as he pulled her down the stairs
As I screamed to get away he let go of her and we got away
Violence isn’t just in wars but in the darkened streets at the stroke of midnight
At school in the morning where you think you are safe
Even sometimes at home where you think it’s the safest place to be
But even behind those closed doors the monster lies within.
I know GOD is on our side and with a little help from all of my friends I can save what my girls and I call "HOME".
Have you ever had to look into the eyes of a child that is crying and wants protection from abuse, and then had to tell them that you can’t because the court didn't let you testify? Then watch your tearful eyed child walk out your door and into the hands of their abuser. If you answered no, then please read my daughters School paper work that she wrote in her English class in 2012 when she was only 14 years old. Both my daughters have been begging for someone to listen since the corrupt courts did not!
The Monster Within
As our cries rang out in short gasps and choked noises
As we tried to call for help and no one came to our rescue
Our dad tortured my sister and I as he watched us cower away
As he screamed and yelled because he didn’t get his way
And he didn’t care that his own children were backing away
Into a corner we went and when we hit the wall there was no other way out
When someone walked in and said “hello” he backed away in fear that someone would hear him
So up we ran and crashed through our door as we collapsed onto the floor
We cried and tried to get out of the horror house as he pounded on the on the door
And then suddenly silence, there was no more
As we tried harder than ever to get out but we found ourselves trapped in hell
As he pounded some more I shouted “Go away” through my choking sobs
Then we heard him stomp down the stairs and out the door
And heard his motorcycle roar to life. That sound sounded like his own angry roar into the night
The roar traveled down the street till the roar was no more
As we tip toed down the stairs to see if the monster was really gone.
We could hear the roar travel farther than ever before
When he came back home he was madder than ever
We tried to get away when he asked“what’s the matter?”
I told him that we hated him and told my sister to get away
And then all I could hear was the screaming of my sister as he pulled her down the stairs
As I screamed to get away he let go of her and we got away
Violence isn’t just in wars but in the darkened streets at the stroke of midnight
At school in the morning where you think you are safe
Even sometimes at home where you think it’s the safest place to be
But even behind those closed doors the monster lies within.
I know GOD is on our side and with a little help from all of my friends I can save what my girls and I call "HOME".
Organizer
Tracey Fight ForJustice
Organizer
Spring, TX
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