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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Every child is born into this world crying, Little did this poor child know, tears would fall for the rest of her life. Born into a world of abuse, heartache and pain, With a drug addict, alcoholic abusive father and a heartless mother. Every day was the same, left alone with only silence and darkness, Dirty clothes, little to eat with every cry for help resulting in violence. How could her eyes see any happiness when they had run dry? How could she smile with cut lips and a bruised body? At 7, her mother died from a lethal overdose of alcohol and drugs, However, the abuse got worse as she became her father’s new toy. Poor little girl, an object of carnal gratification and her innocence stolen, By a man who was responsible for her protection and well being. The effects of a dark and destructive childhood destroyed her confidence, With low self esteem and no social skills, they mocked her in school. Little did they know about the struggles in her life and the pain she was going through, Bruised and abused, having to make her own lunch with no help from a pathetic father, This was her daily routine- even hell would have been a more peaceful place for her. But, little did the world know the girl had a hidden talent, The voice of an angel and the mind of a creative poet. At night when she sang, the stars glowed to her beautiful lullaby, The ink of her pen was like blood rushing from her veins to create magical lyrics. Music and poetry was her escape from a life of cruelty and rejection, Her talent was hidden, so no one could help her reach her potential. As the girl grew, her abuse never stopped, there seemed no end, With constant memories of painful yesterdays and a childhood lost. She used her incessant pains and struggles to enhance her music, Writing hours upon hours of poetry and songs, self-teaching brilliance… Deep inside she yearned for someone to understand her, to see her… If not, but one, she would she be wholly satisfied Many nights she would find herself crying uncontrollably, The darkness of the room enveloping her every being She could see the past in her mind’s eye and be reminded of the sick present She began to hate her father, and every brat at her school She cursed death and life alike, and envied her mother’s eternal sleep Everyone who spit their insult, everyone who remained silent and apathetic, She hated them with a passion so self-destructive, it burned her raw scars... Teaching herself to hold it in, so that on paper she could create masterpieces And prove all of the monsters around her wrong… In silence, she recalled the worst memories to shame further her reality. A part of her knew that she was incredibly talented, Though the darkness often blinded her with guilt She felt that she did not deserve even a voice, Her writings were but a sick reminder of demons she could never conquer Shivering in the cold, her skin dirty and dry, Ugly…ugly…was the only word she could live by One night, she contemplated taking her life… She vowed all of her suffering would meet a greater purpose, Beyond the grave…beyond fear of hell beneath She was dirt after all, like the kids always told her How much worse could it be, facing the flames she was born in? She threw the kitchen knife down and looked up at the stars above Even Death would reject her, she knew… In acceptance, she acknowledged her ugliness and became a stunning underdog Rebellion sifted through her veins and her strength brought fear to her father Bullies looked at her as if she was the devil himself No one could tell her what to do anymore, And nobody would ever understand her Though that was okay… Because that is all she ever knew Ten years later, the rotten roller coaster continued Though a fateful night of circumstance had led her right on the stage Men were mesmerized by her fierceness and apathy Not being able to grasp each significant line layered in truth She showed none mercy as she slayed ruthless chords of wonder Her voice rang angelically, mixed with the fires and tears of her life Echoing beyond the grave of cold Death… beyond what was wrong or right It was her silence that stunned the audience the most Those eyes, having seen so much…felt so much…hid so much… That cut mouth, with the eternal dry trickle of a bitter tear The world was not prepared for her intolerable genius, Just as she was not prepared for their astonished applaud… -A collaboration by The Silent One and I : )
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