The Fear Of My Child

Shaking fists hold back but beat down in my heart.
Wee one knows terror she is to young, too fragile to bare.
Adults carry authority while using the rod to beat children into the corner shaking at their words.
Children believe that words insinuate actions and react with silence and tears.
Why does my child fear speaking the words that would hold the trusted accountable for the lashings given in anger behind closed doors that was not permitted?
Why does my child scream at the thought of facing the woman in charge of her schooling?
How do I allow my child to go to a place every day not knowing or trusting those with authority are keeping her safe?
How can I keep my fists from baring down on the abuser without my daughter viewing me an abuser too?
How can I assure she is safe without eliminating the child in woman's clothing?
How can a person that works with children harm them to the point of pain?
Shaking in anger, holding the child that came from my womb, trying to soothe her when she stands so hurt and confused.
I cry for her...cry with her... a fear no parent should have to see their children endure.