Notes About The Poem
Not a true story for me But for many others I'm sure, sadly.
Trama
Angry voices
Bellow my full name
Crystol Lynn!
Do you hear me?
Enter the mother and
Father.
Go away to another place
High above the trouble and terror
Isolate my childhood self
Justice is only a dream, a
Kind of folk story told
Late at night when the
Moon is full and fanciful.
None of this matters now
Only then when my
Parents were gods
Quite capable of ending my
Reality.
Still, there were
Times when tucked in
Under my blankets
Violence far away and not
Wishing for an
X-it from the turmoil of my
Youth,I could peacefully go to sleep…
Zzzzz.
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