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I’m a Jealous Person
I’m a jealous person. sayings like: “Love never fades.” They- make me feel queasy. The heart that is now mine- once belonged to another? Is this heart then truly hers? Am I the heart thief ? Will their hearts one day belong to each-other once more? I sound crazy. But, I’m just jealous.
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The Abused Becomes The Abuser
I raise my voice until it shakes vibrates unrecognizable girl, forsakes molding into the villain is effortless second nature. abuse can’t be undone the effects are major. A cycle -passed on through mother to child innocent soul no longer undefiled.
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Tragedy Was a Familiar Friend of Mine
POEMWe were close; inseparable as a child. Tragedy used to visit, often and unannounced.In the beginning of our relationship, I detested tragedy. Tragedy was callous and unpredictable, whirling my world upside down every play date. she would depart, leaving my world uglier than it was- and it seemed like I wouldn’t see her for ages.she…
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The Least Favorite Child
POEM On Sundays we went out Sundays were special in my family There was a whole routine and route Sometimes when I would wake- A quiet silence would greet me with an ache I would lie still and wait- I always took the bait But I knew; that silence was unmistakable and my poor heart…
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Estranged Daughter 