Broken Home Poem by louis rams
Broken Home
she came from a broken home
where the parents at each other
would throw stones.
every day they would argue, bicker
and fight, all the way til the night.
not realizing their childs plight.
the child to them in turn would scream
but in the battle she was not seen.
from her father she had sexual abuse
fighting with him, was of no use.
he forced himself upon her at a very young age
from there on, her life would never be the same.
living in fear of what he would do
and who she could turn to.
where could she go
the judicial system moves very slow.
when she had told her mother.
her mother said it could never be
why would he go with you
when he has me?
she knew then, that she would have to leave
and with her being gone, no one would grieve.
she would pack her bags, with everything
she owned, and on the road she would go.
with tears in her eyes, she walked out
the door, to return never more.
and as she got to the swinging gate
her mother screamed to her
but it was too late.
on her dresser bureau, her mother found this note.
you gave birth to me, and brought me
into this world, and you had always said
that i was your little girl.
but when i told you what had happened to me
you laughed and turned your back on me.
so now i am leaving, because i can not
continue this abuse,
don't look for me, it will be of no use.
i love you mom, for you are my mother
just watch out for my little brother.
i am a child from a broken home
and i know that i'm not alone.
a sad write...some men are animals...and a child 's experience of incest from a near one is the highesr cruelty i feel...god were are you
Feeling pretty choked up over this one. Almost seems that you were a fly on the wall. Bottom line, what knocks you down, makes you stronger, I'm glad to see that your poems convey that. Another one that reaches the bottom of the soul. 10+++
this poem is very true, some people are animals no matter what age, i have suffered through abuse from my boyfriend who was only a year older than me. this is a strong poem and everyone ghould read it
very touching write. Sometimes it is wise to listen to the children.
when she had told her mother. her mother said it could never be why would he go with you when he has me? .................do many form of sexual abuses i hvae come across but this one horrifying.. one case i came across is of mother marrying son only for the sake of property... we have stooled so low.... i loved piece and wept for the plight....10 read mine... papa do you know.... papa yopu too... a place called home... molesation bid...smiley...o.mother
This is very moving, sorry tale sir.. I guess, the world has crumbled in to a sinful world, that these sorts of thhings do happen... W. B yeats in his poem Second Coming says! ! ! 'The darkness drops again but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? ' Poem ends with the note of Sphinix slouching towards the Bethlenhem.. He speaks of a rocking cradle.... lots of interptretations have been made regarding this poem, some say, the the cradle itself is rocking, because of the devil's or sphinix'x touch... I feel the when a child is born to this world, he comes as a very innocent being.. In that sense if his cradle is swinged by a devilish hand, i m sure the child will suffer from this effect... The girl you described in the poem, is blessed, in the sense that she seems to have chosen a correct path, cause many other would v gone ashtray.. This is very touching poem indeed.. And you know what, I dont like to think i m alone in this world too...... And when I travel around PH i dont feel alone.... nice write sir.. you kept the poignant aspect through out the poem.... well done....10 with love Shan
this is really A work of a talented child..a beautiful poem that is expressly well detailed..broken home always result to misunderstanding..is this a true story? oh my dear, i love you very much..don't ever make your life a miserable one like what happened in your previous life..make it as a lesson..be happy, i love you so much little darling...lg
Good work, Louis...very touchingly you have written this...i understand the real background of this poem...such unfortunate girls we meet every where in this nasty world...thanks a lot for sharing your feels...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/22/2024 7:31:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
this is sad. but it is reality. another good write.