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Grandpa came to visit us
For two weeks I didn’t talk
I was three, I shut down
Mom told me the tale
Something was stolen from me
Something happened to me
I feel like I’m chained
I want to be free
I see you notice me
but I shut down
It takes away
What could’ve been
I want to get out
Of what I am
You don’t
Have a clue
Something was stolen from me...
A year ago to the day
I said I was abused.
I’m not afraid
I’ll say it out loud
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2. |
My Father Said
02:57
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If I spoke up
After 40 years
Would it take away
What you’ve done
Would my life get any better
If you spent yours in jail
My father said
Do you have your legs
Do you have your arms
Then you will be okay
These words have kept me standing
And I’m still here
When I woke up
There were two of them
They held a knife
at my throat
They tied a necktie around my eyes
Then they took turns
My father said…
I don’t have the answers but
Something’s got to give
I want to break the silence
But we need something more
My father said…
My father said...
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He stumbled into my bedroom
He put his arms on either side
At first I laughed, then tried to say
Go away go away go away go away
I want a lock on my bedroom door
He held me down with his hands
Should I call out, I don’t want a scene
I want a lock on my bedroom door
He held me down with his hands
Always assumed it wouldn’t happen to me
He had his hands on my shoulders
And he’s really really strong
I was pinned and thinking how
When he’s drunk he gets so angry
I want a lock on my bedroom door….
Then I took control
And I made him leave
But I couldn’t sleep
And I still haven’t told him
I want a lock on my bedroom door….
I fell off my scooter when I was 8
He made sure I was okay
He was my brother’s best friend
He noticed me
I want a lock on my bedroom door….
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Matthew's Song
02:31
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Here’s Matt’s fourth grade picture
From right before he died
Matthew is my hero
He died and saved us all
Matt took the punch
That was meant for me
Can I call myself a mother
When my son died in my place
Matt’s dad said he would break my legs
He’d rage and he would scream
I knew that he might kill me
And Matthew saw it all
Matt took the punch…
I was scared to be alone
But still I chose to leave
Matthew didn’t have that choice
He died and set me free
Matt took the punch…
When I see a feather
I think of my brave son
He used to find them on the ground
And now I do the same
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Nora Willauer Rockport, Maine
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