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Bronze Sculpture, Public Art: The Child Abuse Monument Project, Michael C. Irving, Ph.D., Artistic Director. sculptor/artist tsmp706a11



Book II: Embrace My Innocence
Chapter I: Soul Murder
  


Remember

The young full of fear
in the ugly Pleasures of Wolves
I look for love
The need to belong in the Pack
Blind walls of innocence.
The baby’s Death Blood they bring me.
Rage, hate, anger in me.
For the whole babe is mine in me.


Chandra Ponce

 

Silence

Silence in the walls of Brick
Made to keep me from the noise without.
I am nameless, faceless, confused
Scared to have, to hate.
Seems to never end.

Beaten, torn, ripped apart,
Taken away, set apart.
Healing wounds I begin to set
Then given to another set.
Given heaven so I was set.
In God they said to fear
Judge not unless you be judged.

Beaten, torn, ripped apart.
Build those walls.
Not again. Seems to never end.
Innocence I have kept.
The baby, the Love Rose
Never to forget.

Trying again
Bring down the walls
One Brick at a time.
Healing wounds never to part.
Never again I’m set apart.
Freedom is mine
MINE TO START.



Chandra Ponce




 

 

 


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