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March 15, 2009
The Experience of the Child
Don't tell me it will be ok,
For this I do not know
And all I feel within my bones
Tell me it can't be so.
My experience is; once broken,
Things they can not mend
And dare I ask for what I want
Then someone takes revenge.
I've learnt that i'm not worthy
For love to be given free,
For there are always strings attached
When it comes to me.
I've learnt that it feels safer
To walk the streets alone
Then be in the company of grown ups
Inside a violent home.
Yet I have no options
I've never had a say
I do whatever I have to,
To survive another day.
So talk to me all you want to
But your words they don't make sense,
I read the movements of your body
And they show that you are tense.
So don't expect no answers
You don't listen and i'm not here,
I've buried deep inside myself
driven on by my fear.
Posted by Shelliz at March 15, 2009 06:26 PM