Untitled Poem by Jennifer Hanson
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Battered and bruised
I sit here alone
No one to talk to
No one to love
My family is dead
My friends are gone
They were killed and tortured
But what did they do wrong?
This tiny little home
Makes me cramped and sore
I’m too weak to move
And too tired to fight back
They drug me with chemicals
So I can’t feel the pain
But the memories they leave
Are vivid and clear
When will this end?
The torture, the violence
It’s like a little baby
Tearing the head off a Barbie doll
Things will never be the same
My life, my future
It won’t be like the rich snobs
Living in their own paradise
They get everything they ever dreamed of
Food, loving, grooming and a happy family.
Why can’t everybody get that! ?
WE ARE ALL THE SAME!
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5/3/2024 9:25:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes Jennifer, WE ARE ALL the same. Everyone deserves someone who will love them as much as they will them back. And not all rich people live in a paradise tho, and they don't necessarily have a happy family either, even tho they have everything money can buy. For the rich, money only buys material things, but it will never buy them happiness. For the rich family that has a happy family, and true friends, they are rich beyond what money they have. Jennifer dear, I could feel the pain and the anguish in this poem. The imagery is very vivid and so clear. This is such a passionately written, emotional, and tragic piece. Thanx for sharing. Barbara