Why i have to be born?
birthed in the middle of a stubborn war
when i was about three or four
my moms hit me on top of my head
with the nails sticking out the end of a board
you know the cover piece from the front of the dresser drawer
from the top of my head blood comes spilling
in a daze, mommy is stareing
as she hurry to clean the blood up
mommy begins panicking
she yells 'look what you made me do! '
i'm thinking, what did i do?
why did this happen?
i don't know
i just know that it happened
why did she do this to me?
i don't know
i just know what she did to me
was i that bad of a child?
is there any other children this bad?
after the last incident
when she hit me with a chair on the side of my pelvis
wounding me permenetly, leaving a scar
wounding my love for her, leaving my heart scarred and scared
tell me
how does a child live in fear?
i don't know
i just know that i was there
i was like a sister to fear
so,
i told some one
little kids talk
children services came and got us
granny and grandpa adopted us
just as soon as i get there
it was the birth of a new kind of night mare
molesters ate away at my childhood
and THEY bathed in my innocence
like the devil bathes in a virgins wound
GROSS!
torturing me to grow up
'So, ' as one said 'We can have more fun'
when it was them who wanted my FORBIDDEN fun
and every day
people would ask why i look so pist
veins pulsating and bulging through my balled up fist
and they asked why
why i look like this?
well i asked why
why they have to do me like that?
beat me and laugh
laugh as they beat me
tell me
are beatings really funny?
I cried so much
so much i cried rivers
my rivers poured into the sea
and the sea over flowed into the ocean
then the ocean said
'So many tears are making me flood the lands.
I'll go to the sky and tell it to lift some of these tears as a mist
and kiss them before recycling them into rain.
After the rain (when your ready) a rainbow will appear
That is your FORGIVENESS'
(AND I FORGAVE THEM!)
p.s. Love and Forgive them so you can move on and live, i still dont
know if it's the best thing to do, but i do know it's the
HEALTHIEST WAY to live. Love even your enemies!
Lee
this makes me think about my friend that has been trough this to.i feel for both of you.
wow...i felt the pain in this poem as it reminded me of my childhood...great poem...10+++...my favorite of your collection
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am amazed at the beauty which emerges from so much pain. You are so right. To move on you have to let go. Bless you and your journey.