Xblackwidow20X
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a poem i wrote. tell me what you think.
Chains of Hate
I would like to sit here and tell you a story.
About a scared little girl,
Who seemed to grow up in a hurry.
She would hide in closets to drown out the screaming.
She wouldn’t cry for fear of being caught.
That man would beat that women even as she was cleaning.
The little girl felt alone as she got older.
Again this man made her mother bleed.
At the same time this sad little girl got colder.
The fist flew her way one day.
It struck her with a hard blow to the head.
Still even then she couldn’t cry for she knew if she did she would pay.
She got older yet and still she would hide the pain at home from her school peers.
Her mother told her it wasn’t anyone’s business to know.
So she kept it locked away inside with all her fears.
All this little girl wanted was for someone to love her.
To treat her with respect and compassion.
For her to return love back and to know for sure.
She was always scared for her mother’s death to come at the hands of that man.
She built her wall higher with every passing year of violence.
Yet she still felt as if she was too weak with sadness to continue to stand.
Now this little girl grew up and she’s eighteen.
Her mother is dying from cancer,
And yet that man denies what that girl has seen.
This girl is now sick of that mans abuse and won’t take it anymore.
Her mother has finally gone to join the angels in heaven.
There is no reason for her to stay in this house and so she must walk out that door.
She still feels like a little girl deep down inside.
She had to grow up way to fast and never had a normal childhood.
She still feels ashamed and feels as if she must hide.
In her mind she still is hiding in that closet to keep away from the pain.
She don’t let anyone in because she has always been alone.
She searches for love but yet when she finds it she thinks there’s still nothing to gain.
So now she’s in her twenties and still hides her tears.
She will never be ok with all those memories she seems to hide.
She will never be happy with all those horrible fears.
She awakes in the middle of the night.
She had a bad dream again.
Even after she realizes it’s not real she still don’t feel alright.
Now she’s moving out of that house and she can’t wait.
She’s finally going to live for herself for the first time in her life.
And all she thinks about is how she will shed all these chains of hate.
-Terry O-
Chains of Hate
I would like to sit here and tell you a story.
About a scared little girl,
Who seemed to grow up in a hurry.
She would hide in closets to drown out the screaming.
She wouldn’t cry for fear of being caught.
That man would beat that women even as she was cleaning.
The little girl felt alone as she got older.
Again this man made her mother bleed.
At the same time this sad little girl got colder.
The fist flew her way one day.
It struck her with a hard blow to the head.
Still even then she couldn’t cry for she knew if she did she would pay.
She got older yet and still she would hide the pain at home from her school peers.
Her mother told her it wasn’t anyone’s business to know.
So she kept it locked away inside with all her fears.
All this little girl wanted was for someone to love her.
To treat her with respect and compassion.
For her to return love back and to know for sure.
She was always scared for her mother’s death to come at the hands of that man.
She built her wall higher with every passing year of violence.
Yet she still felt as if she was too weak with sadness to continue to stand.
Now this little girl grew up and she’s eighteen.
Her mother is dying from cancer,
And yet that man denies what that girl has seen.
This girl is now sick of that mans abuse and won’t take it anymore.
Her mother has finally gone to join the angels in heaven.
There is no reason for her to stay in this house and so she must walk out that door.
She still feels like a little girl deep down inside.
She had to grow up way to fast and never had a normal childhood.
She still feels ashamed and feels as if she must hide.
In her mind she still is hiding in that closet to keep away from the pain.
She don’t let anyone in because she has always been alone.
She searches for love but yet when she finds it she thinks there’s still nothing to gain.
So now she’s in her twenties and still hides her tears.
She will never be ok with all those memories she seems to hide.
She will never be happy with all those horrible fears.
She awakes in the middle of the night.
She had a bad dream again.
Even after she realizes it’s not real she still don’t feel alright.
Now she’s moving out of that house and she can’t wait.
She’s finally going to live for herself for the first time in her life.
And all she thinks about is how she will shed all these chains of hate.
-Terry O-
