Pain
I went to an exhibition today.
At the Tate.
It made me think.
It made me think about all the abuse and pain that some kids have to suffer.
The exhibition was about abused children and the pain they have to suffer in silence.
Some of the kids actually made part of the exhibit.
There was a room designed by 17 year olds that was a chicken shop with crack behind the counter.
There was a room behind the chicken shop that was trashed, had a mattress with a boy and a baby lying on it with a scraggy blanket.
The father was sitting in a chair in front of a table that had ciggarettes, tobbacco, crack and alchahol scattered all over it.
You just felt sorry.
You never realize that this sort of stuff happened in real life.
For real.
To real people.
In another room the kids had designed, it was too horrifing to talk about.
kids as young as 13 as prostitutes.
Terrible.
At the Tate.
It made me think.
It made me think about all the abuse and pain that some kids have to suffer.
The exhibition was about abused children and the pain they have to suffer in silence.
Some of the kids actually made part of the exhibit.
There was a room designed by 17 year olds that was a chicken shop with crack behind the counter.
There was a room behind the chicken shop that was trashed, had a mattress with a boy and a baby lying on it with a scraggy blanket.
The father was sitting in a chair in front of a table that had ciggarettes, tobbacco, crack and alchahol scattered all over it.
You just felt sorry.
You never realize that this sort of stuff happened in real life.
For real.
To real people.
In another room the kids had designed, it was too horrifing to talk about.
kids as young as 13 as prostitutes.
Terrible.