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A television, a game consol, a mobile phone,
At this time of year, people begin to roam,
comparing prices, money to save,
recreating expectations, I have to beat what they gave,
A competitive nature is placed under the tree,
with one friend and no family, commercialisim is all I can see,
Christmans is only a week away,
approacing my friends house I know what he will say,
Before knocking I finish my cry,
afraid to answer, for I know he can't try,
For christmas my friend, what do you hope is instore?
I stare at the background because I have been here before,
In the previous years, this question he did ask,
I gave an answer by taking off my mask,
despite my words, his actions did fail,
regret surfaced after I allowed my dream to set sail,
Christmas morning arrived, I hesitate to open each eye,
knowing the lack of sound means I didn't recieve my prize,
A television, a game consol, a mobile phone,
All I wanted for Christmas was to not experience the day on my own.
At this time of year, people begin to roam,
comparing prices, money to save,
recreating expectations, I have to beat what they gave,
A competitive nature is placed under the tree,
with one friend and no family, commercialisim is all I can see,
Christmans is only a week away,
approacing my friends house I know what he will say,
Before knocking I finish my cry,
afraid to answer, for I know he can't try,
For christmas my friend, what do you hope is instore?
I stare at the background because I have been here before,
In the previous years, this question he did ask,
I gave an answer by taking off my mask,
despite my words, his actions did fail,
regret surfaced after I allowed my dream to set sail,
Christmas morning arrived, I hesitate to open each eye,
knowing the lack of sound means I didn't recieve my prize,
A television, a game consol, a mobile phone,
All I wanted for Christmas was to not experience the day on my own.
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Mother
You told me to not swear, yet you would swear at me daily You told me to not lie, yet you would lie to me everyday You told me that you loved me, yet I was a burden to you daily. You told me that I needed to be perfect, but what was perfection in your eyes? You told me that I failed you, but you failed me all my life You told me that you would protect me, but I needed protection from you You told me that I wasn't allowed to cry, but you were the one that made me cry You told me that you would help me, but I was the one always helping you Everyday the words still haunt me, but each day you told me to move on Everyday I can vision your anger, but each day I pretended it never really happened Everyday I hear your voice, but each day I tell myself what you have told me Everyday I needed your protection, but each day I reminded myself that I had to do this alone Mom, I still cant forget the things you have said and done, but each day i grow stronger Mom, apologies wont change a damn
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Broken Children
We are God's broken children
He is cruel. He beats our heads in
And calls it love. No more. (I am due more than pain.)
I won't take His cruel kindness again.
I will find some new god more like me:
One beaten, broken, treated cruelly.
Blamed for his own pain and his disgrace,
Humble enough to be a god only in lowercase.
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Dearest Papaw
We're getting through and being strong,
The way you knew we would,
Still, today my heart is heavy,
With what I'd tell you if I could.
See, I didn't really cherish time,
I couldn't see how fast it went,
So I'm afraid you left not knowing,
What, to me, every second meant.
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this one is about me, for a change. my routeen of christmas is one that causes pain and yet this will be the forth time it has occured.
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