Teddy Bear Project
I am starting up a local chapter of The Teddy Bear
Project, which is an organization to help fight child abuse. I will be having some
meetings and doing projects monthly. The first project will be to collect teddy bears to
use in the display. I will also be recruiting other members of my community to help so
that I can get the word out that abuse, in any form, is wrong. For more information on
the project you can visit the website www.teddybearproject.org
Any other ideas on projects would be appreciated please e-mail me at jennymaria25@hotmail.com Also if you are a survivor of
childhood sexual abuse or know of someone that is or was and you would like to donate a
bear please email me and I will give you the address of where you will need to send the
bear for the display. After the local display, I will be sending the bears to the national
chapter who will display the bears in Washington D.C., then the bears will be donated.
The Teddy Bear Project Mission Statement
Please Read
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Teddy, I've been bad again
My Mommy told me so;
I'm not quite sure what I did wrong,
But I thought that you might know.
When I woke up this morning,
I knew that she was mad;
Cause she was crying awful hard,
And yelling at my dad.
I tried my best to be real good,
And do just what she said;
I cleaned my room all by myself,
I even made my bed.
But I spilled milk on my good shirt,
When she yelled at me to hurry;
And I guess she didn't hear me,
When I told her I was sorry.
Cause she hit me awful hard, you see,
And called me funny names;
And told me I was really bad,
And I should be ashamed!
When I said, "I love you, Mommy,"
I guess she didn't understand;
Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth.
Or I'd get smacked again.
So I came up here to talk to you,
Please tell me what to do;
Cause I really love my Mommy,
And I know she loves me, too.
And I don't think my Mommy means,
To hit me quite so hard;
I guess sometimes, grown ups forget.
How really big they are!
So Teddy, I wish you were real,
And you weren't just a bear;
Then you could help me find a way.
To tell Mommies every where.
To please try hard to understand.
How sad it makes us feel;
Cause the outside pain soon goes a way,
But the inside never heals!
And if we could make them listen,
Maybe then they'd understand;
So other children just like me,
Wouldn't have to hurt again.
But for now, I guess I'll hold you tight,
And pretend the pain's not there;
I know you'd never hurt me,
So Goodnight, Teddy Bear!
Author - Cindy Pike Dunning - This poem is from:
