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Leighanne Rush Poem
There once was a girl,
Who's name I can't tell.
To spare her the pain,
I'll just call her Belle.
Belle was a beauty
And all the beasts could see,
She was everything in a girlfriend
That they wanted theirs to be.
Belle was so trusting,
Because she was never treated wrong,
But little did she know that
Her innocence wouldn't last long.
She had two friends,
Sasha and Trevor,
And a boyfriend that she thought
She'd love forever.
Her boyfriend, Sam,
And Trevor were friends.
So this fearsome foursome
Had fun to no end.
The youngest of the four
But the smartest, she thought.
But what a friend was
Was not what she was taught.
Trevor and Belle
Would hang out all day.
She would try to be like him
In her own boyish way.
You see, the Trevor I speak of
Was King of the Beasts
And everything he wanted
Was laid at his feet.
And, although curious,
Belle stayed true to Sam
And that made Trevor feel
That he was less of a man.
One day, in a summer
5 years ago,
Belle told me something
I needed to know.
She told me what happened
The day that she ran.
The day that will forever
Be burned in the sand.
She told me what happened
When she looked over her shoulder
And saw him walking towards her
As the room grew colder.
She told me her tears
Were no match to his power.
She told me what made this beast
A coward.
She told me she screamed
And hollered and yelled
But her cries were soon muffled
By his lips, dry and pale.
She told me how she felt
The day that she was bruised.
Never in her life
Had she felt so used!
I asked her why she didn't fight
Or get tough like she does on the field.
She just said I'd never know the
Weakness that I would feel.
I couldn't help but to cry for her
As she blamed herself.
Belle had always wanted to be
The beauty on everyone's shelf.
"But not like that," she said to me,
"Not with one of my friends."
She let a tear roll down her face
As she spoke of her life's end.
Some may ask why'd she tell me;
"What made her come to you?"
I simply look at them and say,
"You don't know Belle like I do."
I know this story in great detail
And if you look real close you'll see
The tear I shed while writing this
Because...Belle is me.
Copyright © Leighanne Rush | Year Posted 2006
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Out of nowhere, he showed up.
Such an unexpected surprise is rarely appreciated.
Yet, still, I took the time to see what was behind this shadow of a man.
Days passed and in time I came to see that this man's name was LOVE.
LOVE and I got closer than close and found out that what we needed most in our
lives was each other.
LOVE needed me and I needed LOVE.
Others don't understand what is between us.
Others think that I don't need LOVE.
Others think that LOVE will leave me.
You see, nothing is perfect and I will admit that.
As I found out his name was LOVE he found out my name was HATE, a name
given to me by those who have distracted and destroyed me on my quest to find
myself.
Although LOVE hasn't fully developed into his wholeness, he has transformed
me into what he is.
HATE needed LOVE and LOVE needed HATE.
Now LOVE is in me...and I am in LOVE.
Copyright © Leighanne Rush | Year Posted 2006
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I am a woman trapped. I have come to know the true feelings of my sworn
enemy. I have become Pandora's box in human form, the keeper of deadly and
mysterious knowledge. I have to make the decision to lose my voice and leave
my loved ones sightless or abase those close to me in a struggle for our justice.
When did right become wrong? Seven lives rest on my fingertips so I cannot
wash my hands of this dilemma. It's suicide. Somebody's going to die and since
it's killing me... who will it be?
Copyright © Leighanne Rush | Year Posted 2007
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Trials and tribulations
emerge in the eyes
of a woman whose life
is spared by lies.
Her shell of a soul
has been bruised by truth
and has seemingly made
this woman uncouth.
With love in her heart
and hate on her back,
she rummages through sand
to disclose what she lacks.
Fire in her veins,
bleeding from her ears,
and pain has begun
to be educed through her tears.
Slowly dying fast,
in search of relief
and desperately needing
salvage from the streets.
Copyright © Leighanne Rush | Year Posted 2007
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