Twisted Poem by Stephanie Apila

Twisted



I scarcely know my origin
A story was told, having it all
I have no plans of my own
From the death of my papa while doing,
The night duty
Usurped from my helpless mother
From innocent to guilty, trained to
Do dirty jobs...
With no purpose of living, just satisfying others'quests
With no idea of my mama's where about
My life is a twist
STEPHANIE APILA

Saturday, September 5, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: child abuse
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Zehra Bukhari 12 September 2020

Great Poem! ~Zehra~ Young poet

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Tricia 09 September 2020

Interesting

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Stephanie Apila 08 September 2020

Good piece of work

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