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Sixteen and Wild

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tori
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Mechanicsville, Maryland, USA


0 posted 07-25-99 04:02 PM       View Profile for tori   Email tori   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit tori's Home Page   View IP for tori

I heard the crash of thunders rain,
it hit so hard again and again
I felt my body tremble inside
My life did flash as lighting cracked,
What I saw set me back, to a
place in life that I had not been
since childhood came to its end

On that bleak November day
my childhood was swept away
The day he crept into my room
while mother slept in a liquored swoon

How hard I've tried to fade this from my mind
My childhood lost in just seconds of time

I lay sleeping in my bed as he
walked in my room
He touched my check so tender,
As I woke up to see him there
His face I'll always remember

He stroked my hair and told
how much he loved me so
Then on my face he laid his hand,
as I tried to tell him no

His lips touched my cheek
and then down to my neck,
pined I could not move,
I cried all through the night
It was the last time
I cried in my entire life

Then he rest his hands on my Brest
and sickness filled my room
I heaved and heaved, but he didn't leave,
instead he held my mouth

Hush he said or I'll be angry,
and of his anger I had no doubt
But never before have I been so scared as when he came to me
I was only seven,
when my childhood he set free

Never could I tell the mother,
that she was supposed to be
The protector of my childhood,
the one who looked after me
Never could I tell her, to her drunken face

But she knew, as she knows now
I can see it on her face
When she talked about how giving,how kind he was to me, of the gifts and how protective he use to be

Her eyes could only look away
as they looked all through the years
But this day I thought I saw,
one lonely tear

Its been many years since his death and many years inside
As I lay in peace knowing
that no others take that ride

Sixteen and wild they said, as for boyfriends I've had two
Not one of them that touched me in that way, he use to do

But the jury of men they sat and starred at this young girls womanly shape

As for my face yes its aged,
aged in the rage of rape

And in there dark and dirty minds, wild is what she must be
The lawyer for the state undressed me in there eyes as he paraded me around

The "facts are the facts" the Judge did say as he lay his verdict down

I smiled at them all knowing that
I won, no matter what they wailed

Three more day's and I shall be set free
of this life, and of this jail

And in Mothers eyes, I could see that I was never missed
She seen me in, she'll see me off, with a cold good-bye kiss

He told me that he loved me and this is how it had to be

But I got old enough to know
how love was meant to be,
And in just one instent,
I set me free

The night he came to my room
I saw him as he was
I reached under my pillow
and then the knife was covered with his blood

Even though his pants were unbuttoned
and he smelled like a still

I was sixteen and wild
So they say it is why he was killed


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poetFemmeFatale
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1 posted 07-25-99 04:08 PM       View Profile for poetFemmeFatale   Email poetFemmeFatale   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for poetFemmeFatale

All I can say is "Wow..." Keep writing!

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- poet FemmeFatale

"The strongest man in the world is he who stands most alone..." Henrik Ibsen (1826-1906) Norwegian dramatist lyric poet

Delores Hall
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since 07-16-99
Posts 358
USA


2 posted 07-26-99 12:54 AM       View Profile for Delores Hall   Email Delores Hall   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Delores Hall

This poem just knocked me on my feet.I truly
hope that you are not that sixteen year old
girl.While I know these things do happen.It
sickens me to think that someone would do this to their daughter.
tori
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since 06-18-99
Posts 521
Mechanicsville, Maryland, USA


3 posted 07-26-99 12:26 PM       View Profile for tori   Email tori   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit tori's Home Page   View IP for tori

Thank you so much Fatale and Delores :-)
I will keep writing Fatale...Fortunately I was born to a father that lived for family, and loved all 7 of us dearly
I am not the girl in this poem , I don't know her
Because it sickens me too, she is always in my mind as well as in my heart....
Thanks for reading !
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I've not wasted one drop of ink
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