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
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...
Who Am I
Who am I I don't know I know what I am, what labels others apply to me
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
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,
Unseen I stand alone watching, waiting silently worshiping the goddess of my heart
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
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
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
My hope lies shattered in madness
cloaking my tender heart in bruises
as I choke on the bitterness of your deceit
Now I lie still, sedated by my sorrow
My spirit shattered with loneliness