Your Violence MAG

September 5, 2012
By Hannah Pugh BRONZE, Sandy, Utah
Hannah Pugh BRONZE, Sandy, Utah
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I doubt it,
doubt that
anything could scare
the anger the hatred the bitterness
from the corners of your

Buried in self-loathing,
you do not
understand that
violence is not merely
hitting people
with fists whips hockey sticks
'til blood seeps through skin.
Violence is more than
bruises blood broken bones –

bludgeoned brains

beaten bodies.

Violence is the words that
erupt slither squeeze
out of your mouth – words that
don't slide off like
the straps of her dress – words that
remain, permanent as the lifelines
of my palm. Violence is the
casual ignorance the nonchalant cruelty
the detached barbarity of it all.
Violence pools in your heart.
I know.

I have watched it there, have
stretched torn sacrificed
to make room for you,
have licked wounds from
your daggers, have
wished –

For what?
A white flag?

There is no
pity sympathy empathy.
fear anger hurt, things
that I have no room for
in my heart.
So I say good-bye and promise you this,
yes, I promise you this:
Your violence will not pass forward.

Your poison
I turn to medicine.

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on Mar. 15 2014 at 11:59 pm
Nelly_Nell GOLD, Bakersfield, California
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Favorite Quote:
'' For every dark night there is an even brighter day"

-Tupac Shukar

Tthis is amazing I really liked it keep up the good work. :)

awray0 GOLD said...
on Jan. 28 2013 at 4:27 pm
awray0 GOLD, Seymour, Indiana
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Favorite Quote:
“Be very careful if you make a woman cry, because God counts her tears. The woman came out of a man’s rib: Not from his feet to be walked on. Not from his head to be superior, but from the side to be equal. Under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be loved.”

live laught love

hope is love and forgivness

live life as if you die tomorrow

fake it till you make it

face up to the music an grab the bull by the horns

you never lose by loving you lose by holding back

its alright letting yourself go as long as you can get yourself back up

she never gave up on my mom is my hero

my mom had a great deal of trouble with me but i think she enjoyed it

i dont judge you for what you belief in so why judge mine.

I thought you did a good job with emotions and used good descriptive words. I wrote one a little similar to this one. It’s called black and blue. Maybe you could check it out and tell me what you think.

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