I Am Alive
Why am I so different? Why does the world look at me as if I am broken and lost? Tragedy does not define me touched as a child now forced to wear the scars of my generational curse.Due to one man’s uncontrollable lust the world treats me as if though I am better off dead. trying to make it in this horrible world now with a child of my own to protect scared every day that she will be judged because I’m alive. so many different names for victims of family violence I could not stop his uncontrollable need to rape victimize or even beat, but yet I am treated as if though I am the one who actually committed the crime. Please don’t judge me. I’m just trying to stay alive. This is me. I am no different from you. I just wish you could only see.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
