Where Were You MAG

By Janson H., Cinebar, WA

     Where were you when I was sent to my room
for not turning off a light?
Where were you when I was blistered
for not calling him dad?
Where were you when I was thrown against a door,
and blood gushed down my back and face?
Where were you when I was put under a pillow
and expected to breathe without air?
Where were you when my finger was snapped
like a pencil in a vice?
Where were you when I was yelled at
and hit constantly?
I never blinked,
I never cried, except at night,
I never moved from my spot,
I never heard a "Stop it."
Or a "That's enough."
All I heard was the footsteps of my childhood
Walking out the door.

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i love this so much!

Bella13 SILVER said...
on Jun. 27 2014 at 11:26 pm
Bella13 SILVER, Los Angeles, California
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Favorite Quote:
"Wit is educated insolence"

I think this poem was really moving and i really want to see more of your poems! I think they are amazing!!

on Sep. 26 2009 at 1:50 pm
Honest, powerful and moving stuff. The stuff that reveals the truth about what so many kids try to endure and why they feel alone. This is healing and needed to be said.


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