Me In Their Eyes Poem by Kelvin Owusu

Me In Their Eyes

Rating: 4.6


'You're a waste of space
A thief, a waste of time
You're just like your mother
A son of mine wouldn't act like this
Shut up, go away we don't want you
I hate you, you're evil
Hope you die in a ditch
You'll never amount to anything
You're a (negro) , a piece of shit
If you want it, get it yourself
Too bad I'm taking it off you
Maybe this will teach you
No he's not coming, you don't belong
Don't do that, you don't want to end up
like your brother, a nobody
Hello? where is everybody? '

These are just a few words, the words I've heard
the words used to describe, who or what I am in their eyes
my heart is not an icebox, just different
irregular, so broken that it's normal
I'm all cried out with a smile
dismantled beyond repair, but in good condition
few scrapes and bruises but in working order
Invisible mother, no father I was born a bastard
a reject, an outcast surrounded by resentment
the ones who are meant to protect take care
and love me unconditionally are the same ones
who on countless of times have tried to destroy me
this excludes my great grandmother who kept me alive
my grandfather who is not my blood relation
but has loved and believed in me like I was his own
and my uncle who treated me like I was a brother
they're the coolest people I know and known
this is what I have, my thoughts and the way I present them
everything else doesn't matter. I am one broken thing
that doesn't need fixing, an uncontrollable smile
that cannot be taken, I'm the loneliest, happiest person
but before I die I hope the loneliness is taken out
and only happy remains
God bless

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
just names how and how they see me
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Stevie Taite 24 September 2012

Aw Kelvin, big big cyber soft Stevie hugs. Thank goodness for your grandmother, grandfather and uncle! I wonder do the others realise their errors! It has made you such a strong, creative person and I wish you only happiness from now on. You spilled you heart and shared so much with us! X

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Gwenevere Cornwell 24 September 2012

Oh, Kelvin! Since I'm sure you didn't write this to recieve sympathy, but for others to have insight into your secret heart, your achievements, the beauty under what others called ugly. Personally, I have had some problems too. But I know that the hardships we go through only make us stronger people. I also know that you, Kelvin, are spectacular, and it's a priviledge that I get to know you. I thank your family with the want to keep you, because I know that I am grateful for your existence. Just hold strong, my sweet friend.

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Ellias Anderson Jr. 25 September 2012

We should act like real humans, we should be like the honorable souls those the history had seen. We all are from one source. good work Kelvin well done.

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Nader Baheri 25 September 2012

wonderful, facinating the first part shows the vindictiveness in your thoughts.maybe you would become a sociopath. the hardship you had in your life. i hope the happy times for you without loneliness cheers

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Elizabeth Padillo Olesen 25 September 2012

Kelvin, this is very touching piece. Here shines also your deep honesty as a poet, full of passion and emotion. But what is greatly affirmed in this entry is that in spite of the negative things experienced in childhood, the good thing in a life of a child will never leave the child so long in that dark tunnel there shines a ray of love from one or two in the child's world. I think this makes life so fantastic. I think this makes you or anybody in this story to come out a very strong person purified as gold, only after some burning...

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Anita Sehgal 06 October 2012

beautiful.. touching...10+

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Neela Nath Das 30 September 2012

Your pain is not yours only. It's our pain. Hats off Kelvin for opening the curtain of cruelty.10+++

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Cindirighandi S. 29 September 2012

Beautiful, thank you for your honesty.

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Pranab K Chakraborty 29 September 2012

The words hears bad to non-nigar. But overall the same is used by different hating-identity relating cast, race, religion etc. etc. Moreover economic imbalance creates such doggish ego to someother. Upper pleases themselves by the stamping sound of boots to the Lowers.... Actually man has not been yet human, just a few think themselves superman... forgive them, they are really deserve of mercy for their childish ego-culture.... Your biography written well..... 10

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Pink Pixie 26 September 2012

People who use the power that words can often have to destroy others will one day be engulfed by an all consuming silence where they will have to live with nothing but the sound of their own words. You are not a broken thing, don't let anyone ever make you think that about yourself. Although some scars (both physical and emotional) may still remain, they didn't break you. Someone who can express such a intimate and personal pain so eloquently isn't broken, he's a survivor. ~A fellow survivor~

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