Some of my poems
May 05
I wrote this the day before I ran away
I wish I could fly away
Hope for a better day
Feeling hated, unloved, ignored, and friendless
I remember the days when I was treated like a princess
It all happened too fast before I could have my fun
Crippled, traumatized, suicidal
Why am I the only one?
No one else knows how it feels
Because they cant walk in my shoes
They wouldnt last a day trying to survive and do what I do
But they dont think about it that way
Just go on with their perfect lives
Dont know how it feels to try and try and try then cry
I steadily asked why it happened to me
I was an innocent, young, sweet child
Why Lord? Why me?
June 05
I think by me running away, it was a good side to it. I met a really nice woman who found me walking and my dad realized I really did need therapy. I got what I needed for the time being.
A childhood of fun, a lifetime of pain
16 surgeries on the brain
feels like it happend before i learned to spell my name
before i jumped rope for heart, before i played hand games
Not "normal" enough to be human, not "stupid" enough to be retarded
at the age of 12 is when it all started
No bike riding for me, skating isnt my style
no P.E on my schedule, i cant run the mile
dreams of being a cheerleader, a model, a dancer
all down the drain after the horrific disaster
no car, no liscense, no job, no smile
what must i do to make life worthwhile
Lived through rape, surgeries, bad relationships, a stroke
i wonder why i still hold on to hope
but theres someone out there for me, my dreams i'll achieve
i might be famous one day, a star on the big screen
might be a doctor, a lawyer, i dont really like sports
a model? a dancer? no thats too much work
people think they know what i cant do, but i know what i can
im a strong black woman, i dont need no man
Im now 16, and ready for a change
so get ready for me, can is my new middle name
May 06
Frustrated while trying to concentrate on my algebra in 2nd period. Instead of taking notes, I had to write a poem.
The stress of achieving
my strive for independence
I long to rise of a spirit of transcendentalism
My heart sinks in my body exasperated for more blood
I try my hardest but my classes are weighing down on me
like a tree cutter on a bad day
Im trying my hardest, but its pulling me down
being a teenager
a black teenager
a black female teenager
a black female disabled teenager
Life is everything but simple
I think back to when I tried walking away from my problems
searched the busy roads for Easy St.
but there was no easy street
On the road less traveled, I found myself at a dead end
everything ends
when you're a mouse in a maze, where do you go?
search for a way out
an escape
Utopia
is what I long for
I feel like its time for me to write another. I just want to wait until I am happy. My happy poems are much better than the sad ones.
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