Child Abuse Awareness

From Lyn’s blog

Who Protects the Child?
©Lyn Crain
Denial, not my daughter or son
They wouldn’t hit anyone
Maybe they yell at lot
Or sometimes give a swat.But that is not abuse
Where do people get these views?

Based on the unique number of victims, an estimated 78 percent (78.3) suffered neglect, an estimated 18 percent (17.6) were physically abused, an estimated 9 percent (9.2) were sexually abused, an estimated 8 percent (8.1) were psychologically maltreated, and an estimated 2 percent (2.4) were medically neglected. In addition, an estimated 10 percent of the victims (10.3) experienced “other” types of maltreatment such as “abandonment,” “threats of harm to the child,” and “congenital drug addiction.”


via Child Abuse Awareness — lyncrain

Lyn’s meaning of names


Have you considered the importance of a name? I was reading an author recommended by Theresa Barker when we discussing one of my earlier posts about poetry connections.

She mentioned Garrison Keillor, so I went and looked him up because I was not familiar with his work. I discovered this poem and was quite amused. I hope you enjoy his sense of humor as much as I do.  Thank you Theresa.

Publicity by Garrison Keillor

Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
Who rode along with Sam Prescott
And William Dawes, but Revere got
The nod cause he rhymes with “year,”
So “One if by land and two if by sea”
Was given to Mr. Revere, though he
Was only one rider of the three,
And Sam and Bill gave many alarms
To various Middlesex towns and farms
But wound up in obscurity
Because the names Sam Prescott
And William Lawes simply were not
As pleasant to the poet’s ear,
And so we revere one cavalier
And two were denied their rightful fame.
It all comes down to the sound of your name.
If Henry Thoreau had been Wally Ballou,
Would we still esteem Walden as we do?
If Emily Dickinson’s name had been Misty
Would she have gotten so much publicity?So listen, my children, and you shall learn:
Life takes many an unfair turn.
Many a hero goes unsung.
And I will make this simple assertion:
Though you’re idealistic, and brave, and young,
Get yourself a publicity person.

It makes me wonder if my life has been impacted by my name. As an artist, we do have the opportunity to create a persona with a name of our choosing. Hmm, maybe there is an advantage after all to a pen name. What do you think?

via Name Consideration? — lyncrain

A poem for our times


Originally posted on The Darkest Fairytale:

Damaged people have seen hell
They don’t need Bibles,
To realise why the angels fell.
The little they’ve received
Is the most they’ve known,
Walking in the ashes
Of what life has thrown.
They’ve met the humans
With very little humanity,
Seen the cracks in this world
And drowned in the reality.
The scars are indented
Right down to the bone,
Earning the strength
To walk alone.


via Walk alone — lyncrain

Poetry as Low Art


Years ago, there was a wonderful satirist, Tom Lehrer.  There are a number of clips of his on You Tube, but in honor of the deer pics I’m seeing posted on  Facebook, here for your enjoyment is the Hunting Song.

I always will remember
Twas a year ago November
I went out to hunt some deer
On a morning bright and clear
I went and shot the maximum
The game laws would allow
Two game wardens, seven hunters and a cow

I was in no mood to trifle
I took down my trusty rifle
And went out to stalk my prey
What a haul I made that day
I tied them to my fender
And I drove them home somehow
Two game wardens, seven hunters and a cow

The law was very firm it
Took away my permit
The worst punishment I ever endured
It turned out there was a reason
Cows were out of season
And one of the hunters wasn’t insured

People ask me how I do it
And I say there’s nothing to it
You just stand there looking cute
And when something moves you shoot (BANG!)
And there’s ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now
Two game wardens, seven hunters and a cow

How Abuse Feels


OK, I’m slightly biased, but the reviewers on Amazon aren’t.  This is an amazing book about the emotions of an abuse victim through the journey from naivete through denial to survival and escape.  It’s told in poetry.

If you know someone who might be a victim, this is for her (or him).

Also on Google Books and Barnes & Noble online.