Monday, July 25, 2011

‘I know I’m talented, but I wasn’t put here to sing. I was put here to be a wife and a mum and to look after my family.’ – Amy Winehouse

Although every story is different, some things remain the same.

Among the torrid tales the boys share, there is often a unifying theme. It seems that whenever there is abuse, whenever there is a neglect of love or lack of attention by the biological mother, there is something that breaks within the child.

From the boys we talk to on the street and those we care for in the rescue house, there appears to be a certain toleration - for want of a better word - of maltreatment by a male figure within the family unit (father, or, more commonly, mother’s current boyfriend or stepfather, uncle or the like).

When the hand that reared them turns to strike them, however, the only option seems to be to leave. Whether it be led by an older sibling who is a co-victim in the abuse, or single-mindedly and alone.

BONUS David Sedaris:

3 comments:

Craig Garrett said...

Just wanted to say, i dont often comment but i do always read. Never stop. Thanks.

Anonymous said...

Existe uma lenda que diz que em algumas florestas se ouve um som lindo... e triste, dizem que é a música de pássaros que ficaram cegos, então eles choram sua a dor .

Assim como esses pássaros , Amy Winehouse inventou sua própria lenda através de sua personagem dos anos 50 ou 60, com voz privilegiada cantou enquanto pôde , para acolher a própria alma.

Mas o que realmente parece-nos, é que Amy Winehouse nunca deixou de ser uma criança de cabelos presos com elásticos, sorridente e tímida... que vivia desolada em seu habitat devastado ... talvez ela precisasse apenas de alguém para protegê-la dos pesadelos que toda criança costuma ter, durante à noite...

Josefa

Luke said...

Thank you, Craig!

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