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Sixteen and Wild |
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tori Senior Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 520Mechanicsville, Maryland, USA |
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 Member Elite
since 1999-07-25
Posts 2646Arkansas |
All I can say is "Wow..." Keep writing! ------------------ - poet FemmeFatale "The strongest man in the world is he who stands most alone..." Henrik Ibsen (1826-1906) Norwegian dramatist lyric poet |
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Delores Hall Member
since 1999-07-16
Posts 342USA |
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. |
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tori Senior Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 520Mechanicsville, Maryland, USA |
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 ! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ If with pen in hand I've made you think I've not wasted one drop of ink vlh. |
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