Many people think that they know me,
But they can’t see behind these eyes,
The pain that still goes on deep inside my heart,
But like Maya Angelo I will rise
I had fallen into the traps of society
A life that was stripping my worth
One half of me lived out on street corners
The other a young mum giving birth.
Often being kicked sworn and spat at
For my feelings nobody had any regard
I would try many ways to empower myself
While being a good mum was proving hard
A victim of abuse raising children,
With very little help and support
A classic example of this mayhem,
Of this violent world in which we are caught
I was becoming a product of society
Groomed into a world of violence and lies
Standing cold on street corners
Attracting men with my newly blacked eyes
Uneducated and on a path of rebellion
I saw excitement in a life of crime
Putting on a plastic smile and denial head,
Telling everyone my life was just fine
Slowly losing sight of all reality
Abuse and cruelty became a daily routine
But still I tried to be the best mum I could
While full of guilt and feeling so unclean
Many have called me a victim, fair enough
But I won’t be a victim in vain
I must stand up now as a mother against violence
So my children don’t see the past repeated again
I REFUSE to sit here and do nothing
That’s why I shared what’s behind my eyes
So that we all as women and mothers
Can stand together against this violence and RISE
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stand together against violence and rise. very good. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.