Trisha White

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My name is Trisha, poetry has been an interest of mine since my brain began to function. As a little girl my parents have told me that I would make little rhymes and put them together, they even wrote some of them down. At the age of six I wrote my first poem, yes it was extremely childish and now I laugh about it, but never have I forgotten or stumbled away from the poetry world. Poetry of mine is full of nothing but my emotions and feelings, whenever I feel down or blue I write & write, whatever poems I have written came from a time when I was not feeling to my best. I just want feedback and other peoples opinions on my poems. Thank You Trisha)

The Best Poem Of Trisha White

The Man Who Makes Her Cry

She sits near the coast,
Everyone looks right through her just like she's a ghost.
She hides the scars,
Shes scared of cars.
Her head hung in shame,
She wonders is she to blame?
She's scared to speak his name,
She wants out of his game.
He has hurt her again,
He won't admit to his sin.
She so close to giving in,
She just can't keep holding it in.
She's scared to go out,
Afraid that he's lurking about in the dark,
waiting to strike like a shark.
She don't understand,
Wasn't he supposed to me a man?
Is it possible that he can become a real man?
For all she can see is the fear in his eye,
All she can see is the man who makes her cry.
The man who makes her cry,
lurks beneath the sky,
Now she wonders why,
as she sits alone and cries.
People on the street stop and stare,
but none seems to care.
She doesn't dare attracted attention,
so she is spared another day in his prison.
She has unanswered prayers,
She feels likes she is nothing but layers.
Strips ripped off one at a time,
just like his continuous crimes.
It begins to hail,
as he's taken away to jail.
His way of crime has gone stale,
now she knows she can't fail.
With her head held high,
She looks to the sky.
She sees heaven's light,
And she remembers God will always do what's right.

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