Correina MacRae


Only 17 - Poem by Correina MacRae

I am only 17,
Why is this happening
To me?

I am only 17,
I have a whole future
Waiting just ahead,
But this didn’t matter
To you, did it?
When you asked me to
With you, go to bed.

I am only 17,
And you’re my Uncle
Of all things.
Did you even stop to remember
This, while you were hurting me?

I am only 17,
Yet my world is torn apart.
I can’t put it back together either
Because pieces of it are forever lost.

I am only 17,
And tired of all these
Mind games.
I am tired of being
Abused and hurt.
Why can’t everything get better
And from there stay the same? !


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 14, 2003



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