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short poemsshort poems8 years ago in Free Verse
What do I want?
I want you to kiss me
No I want you to kill me
Wait play with me
Never mind just shun me
I hate you
No I love you
Beat me to the ground
Forget that cherish me to the ends of the world
What is it that I want I know its you.
Beyond my touch
Therere all beyond my touch
Out of reach out of my sight
My voice cant reach them no matter
How loud I scream why am I out side
Why cant I laugh nor cry
Who am I real or fake how is that decided by
Some random person who thinks they can rule
My world. Is my world true or am I asleep
Why cant I be inside with them am I a monster
Do I need acceptance? To live or to feel
They dont know me or how I am or what I feel
Who gives them the right to throw me out when I want in
Not theres not now lets rebel and go beyond the reach
Of sanity and discover a new time of rule not under social
Standings and classes.
It flaps its wing in the wind
Gracefully dancing in the breeze
How I love yet loath them flu
Story in shortI am a daughterStory in short5 years ago in Free Verse
To a father who is a pedophile and a mother who didn't protect me
I am a sister
To six siblings, five sisters and one brother
I am a mother
To my little boy, who is my reason to keep on living
I come from physical abuse
Years by the hands of a step father who hated me, and a mother who just watched from the distance
I come from mental and emotional abuse
Loved one second, hated another, and told over and over again how bad, worthless, and unneeded I am
I come from sexual abuse
Scary nights learning things I shouldn't of learned so young , no one believing me till the FBI came
I locked away the pain
And started cutting
I stopped smiling
And learned to fake my way though life
I am not my father, I am not my mother
But my biggest fear is that deep down I am
I wished for death and attempted so many times
Short And SimpleI was never one for many wordsShort And Simple6 years ago in Free Verse
So I'll keep things short and simple.
I love you.