March 19, 2011
Is this what a father is? a mother? where i'm headed?
intoxicated rages, drunken brawls
to come home and beat the first i see?
all i've ever known is you and your brutal fist
and what you've told me
i'm useless
i'm pathetic
i'm an accident
i'll never be anything

And I'm done with it
I've torn the shackles from my battered wrists
I'll rise above you
I can

I will

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Fredwardness said...
May 15, 2011 at 11:00 pm
What if they beat you until you cannot move? Cannot breathe?
InvisibleNerdGirl replied...
Jun. 12, 2011 at 2:04 pm

That's poetic.

And scary.

DreamsAreBroken replied...
Aug. 1, 2011 at 1:06 pm
Very powerful. I sympathize with this poem so much and can relate to it so much. I think you hit it right on. Its a very, in a weird way, beautiful poem
Destinee This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 9, 2011 at 9:03 pm
DUDE this is amazing!! Good job!
silentlyspoken said...
Apr. 13, 2011 at 10:32 pm
Very powerful.  I love the end.  Great job :)
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