A baby was born,
To a mother stunted before her rise,
They clipped her wings before she could fly.
To a father lost in a world of lies.
Hateful and damaged inside.
No love could survive their scorn
Yet, there broken thing was born.
This broken thing, quiet, and scared
Cried for the parents that weren't there.
Bled in the fights she fought alone.
Pushed through the pain on her own.
Heart like ice, a face of stone.
The thing was broken,
The thing was strong.
Broken, beaten, dragged and kicked,
Bullied, mocked, lied to, and tricked.
Her bitterness flowed like a waters stream.
Her hatred rose like a banshees scream.
Heart rung with anxieties.
Lost in the dark of society.
Trapped in a world she didn't belong.
Freedom became her heart's song.
The song vibrated through
The binds of society's conformity
The clutches of mental deformity
Beauty of butterfly, rage of a beast
The thing uncaged, the thing set free.
Wonderful writing Jasmine Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Jasmine W. You may like to read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks