It’s hard to understand how an abused child could want to go “back home”, to the place where he’s been so abused. But if we can see from the child’s point of view, perhaps we’ll understand “love” as he’s been taught. We will never quickly “fix” the abused child, we can only continue to demonstrate true love.
To his honor, the judge:
Though they say my mommy abused me,
I don’t think that really is true.
She may have hit and hurt me,
But she loves me more than you.
I may have missed a meal or two
And have scars on my back and my face,
But she had to do it when I was bad,
That’s why I’m here in this place.
I shouldn’t have wet my bed again.
I shouldn’t have spoken back.
You see, your honor, it’s all my fault.
My mommy’s love never has lacked.
Yes, my foster parents give me hugs,
I’m full after every meal.
And when I wet my bed again,
To them it’s no big deal.
Sure, my homework is getting done
And now I have lots of friends,
It’s true I get clean clothes each day,
And on them I can always depend.
But they’ve never shown me real love,
Not like my mom always did.
When they don’t scream and holler,
don’t hit at all,
They’re keeping their love for me hid.
So, your honor, I beg you, let me go
To where love is shown so true.
Please get my mommy out of jail.
Your honor, it’s all up to you.
Maybe I’ll loose a little weight,
I may get another scar.
My grades may suffer and I may keep to myself,
And we may live in my mommy’s car.
But there with Mommy I know I am loved.
I wish you could understand.
‘Cause that’s where it’s shown what real love is,
There in my sweet mommy’s hand.