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Your assumptions causes me to shake, to become another,
The confused son, friend and swaying brother,
Scars live with shadows; don't turn off the light,
Monsters blur ethics and call it right,
I don't speak much at school,
Confused by each contradicting rule,
Teachers and other students stand in front of me,
Despite this, a source of help I fail to see,
Kicking a football in a distant park,
Alone with my father, not enough of a spark,
I pray to a god I can't believe in,
Wanting him to take a family sin,
I turn away from each policeman,
Strings do more then control each hand,
They influence patterns, something strange,
Love, my parents have to share,
Different methods to ensure I know they are there,
Your assumptions causes me to shake, to become another,
My father didn't rape me, it was my mother.
The confused son, friend and swaying brother,
Scars live with shadows; don't turn off the light,
Monsters blur ethics and call it right,
I don't speak much at school,
Confused by each contradicting rule,
Teachers and other students stand in front of me,
Despite this, a source of help I fail to see,
Kicking a football in a distant park,
Alone with my father, not enough of a spark,
I pray to a god I can't believe in,
Wanting him to take a family sin,
I turn away from each policeman,
Strings do more then control each hand,
They influence patterns, something strange,
Love, my parents have to share,
Different methods to ensure I know they are there,
Your assumptions causes me to shake, to become another,
My father didn't rape me, it was my mother.
Literature
Sleeping With a Broken Heart
At night I feel your energy
Like you're lying in bed right next to me
Then I open my eyes and the truth is clear
That I'm all alone and you're not here
In my sleep sometimes I say your name
Reaching out for your hand, pulling back in shame
It's like longing for something that was never mine
Now I'm mourning what ended before it was time
Your scent still lingers in the air
Especially the lavender from your hair
When I notice, at first, it makes me smile
My smile then fades, after a very short while
Some people tell me I'm just in denial
But I know I'm not; I'm suffering a trial
Sometimes I write out letters to you
Telling you al
Literature
Born
In the beginning,
Where do we begin?
In our minds, we progress
In our bodes, we digress
In our heart, to learn
What is right, we discern.
But what of it, forewarned,
In its nascent form
The inability to infer
Just why it differs?
No one can comprehend
Or pay with amends;
The prize of destiny-
A life of bigotry
A hateful word to confess
And they couldn't care less
For the reason it was condemned
For there was no one to defend
That it was just created that way,
But that's not what they say
They knew when it was born,
And adorned it with scorn,
A liar
Literature
Myself, unforgivable
Maybe you want to chance me
Turn my world,
make this person I am
Something different, you see
Because you don't accept
My life
Or my choices
Or me, as the one I am
You tell me about laws
And rules
Tell me, how wrong I am
How unforgivable "myself" is
How I should be someone
Someone else, at least
But you don't care about me
My existence is a burden for you
And everything for you
Is nothing to me
I'm a girl, who wants to be loved
I'm a boy, whose parents beat him to dead
I'm this woman, who died because of you
I'm this man, who has to fear all the time
And I'm your daughter, who fell in love
And I'm your son, whose boyfr
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poem 1,597 of 1,614 written 24/10/10
perception of the abused child, they live by what you think, that the abusive parent has to be the father, people need to admit that woman, that mothers out there can and are just as abnusive as the fathers.
perception of the abused child, they live by what you think, that the abusive parent has to be the father, people need to admit that woman, that mothers out there can and are just as abnusive as the fathers.
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People need to see that woman can be just as bad as male abusers. I admire your bravery and I must say that this is an outstanding poem. Great job and the twist in the end was a true finishing touch.