Walayee Poet Lay Whitlock-Ishway Poet Free verse

Just 14 Years Old

Just 14 years old

Ripe and ready to mold

Searching for love

She was unaware

She was never told

Her story I will unfold…

Scarred and out of control

Fragile and naïve, yet bold

She believed all the lies he sold

On her finger he placed gold

He promised her love

More than she could ever dream of…

Guidance she lacks

Violence and pain she attracts

He stopped her dead in her tracks

Her body he attacked

Her heart he cracked

Her face he smacked

Her eyes he blacked

Her mind he whacked

Her life he trapped…

Just 14 years old

She grew cold

She could not be consoled

Her future untold…
 
Lay

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Mary Meade Stephenson December 22, 2010 at 7:19 PM This is a very profound write that speaks to me on many levels...it reminds me of past experiences that transpired in my own life at age 14. Keep writing because it has been my venting/healing mechanism and has kept me sane!! I am sure many will be deeply touched. Thanks so much for sharing your soul...and for taking the time to read my writes. God Bless~Mary~

Audrey Haick December 20, 2010 at 11:28 AM Profound write, Lay..well executed and grabs one's attention..So sad for a young girl only 14. Blessings, peace, joy and love to you this season and always, Lay. Love, Audrey

John Loving Iii December 19, 2010 at 1:23 PM nice narative. john

Michael J. Falotico December 19, 2010 at 5:27 AM Great theme and topic people should be more aware of...a very well written piece...Michael

Francine Roberts December 18, 2010 at 9:57 PM powerful piece Lay, terrible topic , you have penned it wonderfully though

Robert A. Dufresne December 18, 2010 at 6:40 PM once again you have the ability to strike the reader with your words...not just present them. The subject matter is horrific and terrrifying to say the very least. Your presentation is striking to the heart. You have a calling I believe. Thanks you for your comments. i will be contacting you by soup mail in the near future and we'll discuss matters over a coffee. Your poetry friend Bob

Andrea Dietrich December 18, 2010 at 3:41 PM poor thing sounds like the victim of a polygamous cult or something. Great monorhyme in the ending part! Luv, Andrea

Richard Pickett December 18, 2010 at 2:15 PM Lay in this life these stories are told so to often,Being a Christian man and Father, my heart bleeds, and being the Father of 10 and 7 being girls, what can I say.... Even being Christian I find it hard to show restraint ..God Bless you....Taz

Carolyn Devonshire December 18, 2010 at 10:25 AM Oh, Lay, my heart goes out to this poor girl. When a child experiences such abuse, it is hard for her to reopen her heart. Very moving poem -- this happens so often. Peace and blessings, Carolyn