When the Storm Will Come

July 17, 2011
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In the face of the world
Huge menacing
Unbridled cruelty
Cuddled, I was
In the arms of my parents
For years
Brought up
Pruned and clean
Taught to
And keep my mouth shut
A huge mansion
I came home to every day
A chef-made snack waiting for me
A pencil laid out for my homework
My life spooned into my mouth
Cooed words of my uniqueness
My importance
Once my purpose,
Attending school
Earning A’s,
The world was unleashed upon me
And I was rendered
In the face of the world
Huge menacing
Unbridled cruelty
Tossed into the street
The dank alley
Before I could speak words
To express my pain
For years
Taught to
Use my fists and my feet
To inflict harm
Upon those
And there were many
Who deserved it
So many
The clothes upon my back
Were all I could keep
To myself
Was that selfish?
Living in a cardboard box
In a drug dealer’s alley
Once my purpose,
Following my parents
The world was different
And I saw only the good things
Because I had
Done my time
The storm was past

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EmiliePhillippi said...
Sept. 24, 2011 at 9:53 am
Its interesting...almost like a story or narrative :) really good!
Laura_Oliver said...
Sept. 5, 2011 at 9:23 am
This is about two different people. About halfway through, when the first few lines are repeated, the subject changes.
purplequeen said...
Jul. 25, 2011 at 6:32 pm
I really love this poem. It is very vivid, Coment on my work?? The soul of my life??
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