Biography of Angela Davis
I am an aspiring poet and author. I have written several poems that I will gradually add here. Any feed back is welcome, including constructive criticism.
Many of my poems are of the abuse. I am placing them in hopes of educating people to it's emotional effects. Too often people think of only the physical harm it causes. But often the emotional suffering inflicted by such things is far worse than the physical, and lasts much longer.
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Angela Davis Poems
For Every Woman
This is for every woman that cries herself to sleep that lies alone in bed at night that stays awake, unable to sleep
Who Am I
Who am I I don't know I know what I am, what labels others apply to me
I went for a walk with my love down to an old vacant lot she took me littered, and broken up it made me sad,
I reside in her heart yet I live alone in the shadowed past in the uncertain future
Beginning A New Life
Beginning of a new life, Ending of the old Security found with another, Fear of loss
For so long I buried and denied the anger that dwelt within for all the horrid deeds done to me that which I could not repress
You say that you love me, You say that you're here, You say that I'm not alone, That I don't have to be anymore...
Living With Pain
Tell me of pain, what you know of it. Is it to be feared, or guarded against like a tangible foe? Do you seek it, or merely accept it
Unseen I stand alone watching, waiting silently worshiping the goddess of my heart
When I think of how life used to be, how I always hid in the shadows, letting it obscure my existence. I look at everything you have given me:
My dreams shattered in the tense stillness as endless threats and blows clothe my form My stomach flutters in familiar fear and I am ashamed of my weakness
I was always alone both body and soul People saw and turned away because I was nobody
I remember hiding, crying, cowering, screaming, begging God to end my life
I was a small child an outlet for my parents' rage, his vile, sickening lust and I fought
What About Me
How is it that everyone knows what I need?
How can they know, when I have no idea
What with which to fill this large aching void?
They say that they love me, but cannot
Because they have not what I need
What is this thing I need
This thing they see so clearly?
They speak of failing me
They worry they will hurt me,