Crying
By Mary Bleistein
I cry, but I can't show no one,
If I do I would show my weakness,
It's deep inside tucked away trying to get free,
To cry for the sadness of the past soon to be the future,
The hatred formed by my teacher's and pupils,
When a cousin makes you touch what you don' want to,
Or when he touches you then denying it happened,
Only 10 years old knowing nothing in sexual harassment or rape,
To cry when hand-cuff to the bed,
Unwilling to go with a motion,
Kissing that you wished would stop, but doesn’t,
Crying is what I want to do,
But the tears just stay within my soul.
yeah i'm on a poem trip so i probably won't post anything but poems for a while..... 3nodding 3nodding
 dokoneiko · Tue Nov 16, 2004 @ 03:20pm · 0 Comments |
