Beautiful Scars Poet Rhyme

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I can hear grandma’s voice now, 
“she’s such a beautiful little girl…”

What was it about me that gave him attraction?
Only a sick old man could find sexual satisfaction-
Six years old was I when my innocence was stolen,
my essence once whole, then left in sheer fractions. 
He was the prodigal man, the boy made of golden.

I can hear grandma’s voice now, 
“what happened to my sweet granddaughter?”

From where did he learn such pleasurable abuse?
He was a monster at best, dense and obtuse-
I’ll never forget the first time he pinned me down, 
I was so little and weak as I tried to refuse,
in solitude I wept, forever wearing a frown.

I can hear grandma’s voice now, 
“she used to be such a good little girl…”

I turned nine and still held onto this harm in silence, 
too young to realize the effects of his violence-
I was wounded on the inside and outside had scars, 
turning into a sassy girl full of disrespect and defiance.
He would finish with me then go smoke his cigar. 

I can hear grandma’s voice now, 
“oh you rude girl, my son would never do that!”

She never listened to me as I carried this cross, 
and losing my grandma became my greatest loss-
She turned her back on me, I never saw her again, 
she used to love me, was my absolute best friend. 
His harm broke us, and our relationship paid the cost.

I can hear my grandma say on her deathbed,
“sweet girl, I’m so sorry…for I too was a victim”

Why would she avoid my pain from his pleasure?
I guess she was threatened by him beyond measure-
Oh, I wish I could rip off his hands and throw them away,
my life should’ve been a gift, an undamaged treasure. 
Now I live with the guilt and shame every single day. 

I can hear the Lord say,

“my sweet child, forgiveness is the key, 
rest assured in darkness hold onto me- 
When your fear takes a turn for the worse, 
I pray only My light you shall see, 
always hold My hand and put Me first.


Let's talk about it contest
August 1, 2017

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Anisha Dutta September 2, 2017 at 10:21 PM Abusing innocent little girl repeats almost in every home. Could not find any remedy to this violence. Congrats to win.

Ralph Sergi September 2, 2017 at 9:08 PM I can relate to this poem, Laura; having known a young women who was abused by a parent. I suppose you have to become steadfast in this sad poem. Congratulation on your win.

Gregory Richard Barden September 2, 2017 at 9:03 PM People say that Love is the greatest force, but I believe it's Grace (and forgiveness), because it requires love of the deepest kind, and is more empowering than anything we know. What an incredible write, and a well-deserved win - wow, Laura! :-)

Joanna Daniel August 5, 2017 at 12:48 AM Powerful and emotional, LuLoo, glad you ended it with forgiveness, that takes more strength:)

Alyssa Lorette August 1, 2017 at 7:20 PM This is so emotive and I felt the pain you penned in this beautiful poem. From what I've seen, this is a winner in my eyes. I wish you the best of luck, Laura! :)

Agnes Krampe August 1, 2017 at 7:10 PM Strong poem on a painful topic. Good luck in the contest, luloo.

Andrea Dietrich August 1, 2017 at 6:23 PM wow, this is amazing, Laura. Sincerely, one of the best I have read for this contest!! I love how you ended it with forgiveness. Surely the grandma was in denial. This is very emotive and I love it.

Heidi Sands August 1, 2017 at 5:48 PM Hi Laura. I understand what you have been through, that you never should have had to experience. You said your life should have been a gift. But, I say, it still is a gift and always will be. You are strong. All of us who have been through these atrocious things are strong survivors, also using our gift of writing to share with others. Well done! :)

Dale Gregory Cozart August 1, 2017 at 4:24 PM I'm so sorry, Laura. since you committed no crime asking God's forgiveness for your sins is pointless. As a child of abuse the person i needed to forgive was myself. Indeed, we never deserved this kind of torture.