I wrote this poem when a girl at my school got beaten up by other girls after daring to go for a night out to another village near her own.
I left the house looking for fun
My mum shouted out 'Don't be long.'
I'd suffered before,
Echoes in my head:
'You don't belong! ! you don't belong.! ! '
Love and Hate, do they equate?
I sat on the form, doing the norm:
drinking cider and beer,
unleashing the fear.
Love and Hate, Love and Hate.
Then they arrived, full of pride,
Crazy eyes,
Chanting ' You don't belong! ! you don't belong! ! '
I tried to negate,
I could taste their hate.
'You don't belong, you don't belong.'
The boots went in,
Head started to spin,
'You don't belong, you don't belong.'
When I awoke mum was there,
Full of despair,
All she said 'I told you don't be long.'
Love and Hate, do they equate?
'Don't be long.' 'You Don't belong.'
Thank you for reading my poem and for your comment. This is my favorite poem in all you have written. I like the repetition- 'You don't belong, you don't belong' I thought in this poem it was very effective. I guess the other girls were jealous. Keep writing! Rose-Marie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the use of repetition in this poem too, plus the use of 'you don't belong' and 'don't be long' - a nice play on words. It also appears to be a bit of a social history lesson of what it was like to be a teenage girl living in a village some 45 yrs ago? Get out of our village and keep your dirty hands off our menfolk!