My Own Name
The one word most hated in the world,
when I hear it my emotions whirl,
a deep seeded hatred stirs from within my soul,
my distaste for this word is clearly shown.
Years of regression and suppression in my mind,
because I was abused in a different time,
wails and whimpers that people pretended not to hear,
constantly living in a life of fear.
Every time I heard this word my stomach would drop,
because it only meant I had done something wrong,
wrong in the eyes of the person suppose to protect me,
it always resulted in a savage beatings.
Emotions wound so high my heart was in my throat,
shaking in fear which made me choke,
pounded down over time into believing I done wrong,
eventually excepting that I was.
This word had my trapped for a good part of my life,
a scared little child that thought he'd never survive,
trapped my a label that made me that slave,
the word most hated is my own name.
Copyright © Murray Mahauariki | Year Posted 2012
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