So often when I am teaching kids I’m asked…ok, so if what you’re saying is abuse isn’t love, what is love.

Now I think the scariest part is that they thought that the abuse was love. Why did they see it this way? They saw it this way because that is what they were taught. This abuse (whether it be verbal or physical or even mental) was the only way they got attention and the only way they were shown that love exists. They also watched their family members and parents show each other love – and the way that was done was through these abuses. So naturally, they saw abuse as love.

So now to answer the questions…what is love?

This poem explains in many ways what love is!

How do you define love?