The book I read for this Project was A Child Called It, by Dave Pelzer. It was an inspiring story about an extreme case of child abuse.
For my project, I created a digital movie poster. There isn't an actual A Child Called It movie, but the poster was made to represent what one would look like if they decided to create a film for the book.
For my project, I created a digital movie poster. There isn't an actual A Child Called It movie, but the poster was made to represent what one would look like if they decided to create a film for the book.
The other part of my project is a poem I wrote. It is written in the perspective of the child. I call it "Free Me"
You don't need to hit me, you don't need to yell
I guess once again, I'll tell my teacher that "I fell"
You're a monster and you're cruel
My brothers and my father are complete fools
They could help me, they could make this end
If they would just speak out, my broken life could mend
The bruises and cuts will soon go away
But I'll be stuck with these painful memories you've made
To be loved is all I really want
To make you proud, and be a child you would want to flaunt
I need to get out and I need to be saved
I wonder how it would be, if I just would've behaved
Its been days without food, I've counted up eight
I need to get help before it's too late
Mother what made you turn into such a witch?
Everything was fine, and one day you flipped your switch
Now I'm laying on the floor defenseless and weak
I know that pushing me to the limit is just one of your teqniques
As I nearly reach my breaking point, finally all of this was going to stop
Now I'm in the back of this car, and feel very safe with this cop
He tells me it's all going to be alright, and that I've been very brave
My living nightmare is now over, and no more being mother's slave
I can finally say that I am FREE
That is all that I ever wanted to be
Thank you God for freeing me
Now it is time for me to live happily
I guess once again, I'll tell my teacher that "I fell"
You're a monster and you're cruel
My brothers and my father are complete fools
They could help me, they could make this end
If they would just speak out, my broken life could mend
The bruises and cuts will soon go away
But I'll be stuck with these painful memories you've made
To be loved is all I really want
To make you proud, and be a child you would want to flaunt
I need to get out and I need to be saved
I wonder how it would be, if I just would've behaved
Its been days without food, I've counted up eight
I need to get help before it's too late
Mother what made you turn into such a witch?
Everything was fine, and one day you flipped your switch
Now I'm laying on the floor defenseless and weak
I know that pushing me to the limit is just one of your teqniques
As I nearly reach my breaking point, finally all of this was going to stop
Now I'm in the back of this car, and feel very safe with this cop
He tells me it's all going to be alright, and that I've been very brave
My living nightmare is now over, and no more being mother's slave
I can finally say that I am FREE
That is all that I ever wanted to be
Thank you God for freeing me
Now it is time for me to live happily