Njeri Hunjeri Poet Free verse

One Dry River

Look at you, you will never amount to anything
You are ugly, nobody likes you
You are stupid
You are an embarrassment 
You are not welcome in this house anymore 

Drinks, Drinks, from morning to night to fill that void
The empty space lacking love, the vacant hole lacking appreciation 

Look at you
What do you think people think when they see you like that
You need to mature, you are not a child anymore 
Your younger sibling acts more mature than you
Don't make me hit you

Bullies, Bullies all those younger than him, all those "better" than him

Look at you, you are not like the rest of my other kids
Its either you leave this house, or I do
We cannot live like this
You can take your dreams somewhere else
I curse you, you cannot live with people 
You will never get along with people 

Rebels, Rebels, the only way to express herself 
hates, hates, the only thing that she knows, the only thing that gives her peace

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The Grahamburglar August 30, 2015 at 4:01 PM I'm not sure what it is about the darker writes that attract me, but I really connect to this. Not because it in any way reflects any of my own experiences, but just because it reaches deep into how insecurities are born, and how they shape us. This is powerful and moving. Thank you for sharing this one. Njeri Hunjeri August 30, 2015 at 5:30 PM Thank you so much The Grahamburglar for your comment. Yes its true verbal abuse births alot of insecurities and negatives that can affect generation after generation

Ian Jones August 27, 2015 at 12:36 AM Powerful poem Njeri. How do we teach a person denied love and nurturing from the start to value themselves and not see the world through hateful eyes, not to be suspicious of everybody always expecting the twisted knife. One second of trust can open that door for them and change their lives. Kind regards, Ian Njeri Hunjeri August 27, 2015 at 1:29 AM Hi Ian. it was very hard to post this poem but oh well...... Some things are hard to talk about . Thanks alot for the comment and support.