Grandfather Abuse Poems

Eminent domain, manifest destiny, usurpation...

Maternal grandfather of mine
long since passed among the living;
He left his Motherland 
before onset of Holodomor,
a policy of the Soviet Union...

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I am not the nightlight, nor am I the monster under my bed that my father would tell me to fear. I never feared the...

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Galley slave to obsessive compulsive disordered behavior announces...

Fore score minus xv orbitz ago
from being centenarian
strong contractions forced me
to pass thru cervix,
buck naked bare lady,
I ranked...

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THIS TOPIC IS RARELY DISCUSSED IN THE OPEN. MY STORY BEGAN IN THE DARKNESS, I WISH TO BRING IT TO LIGHT.
 IT STARTED IN MY...

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The fearful girl was terrified, so they kept her hidden
Inside a grandfather clock constructed by Mr. McGiven
She kept silent, as they traveled, did not make...

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Inxs of poison from iron maiden scorpion mamma and ac/dc charged aries papa

Although gainfully unemployed 
(fate now finds me receiving 
social security disability – 
for...

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Telling "White Lies"

My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,
experienced grinding poverty, no
matter...

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I was eight-years-old. 
Waiting for my twin to finish holding baby David.
Grandpa came up and said give me the baby.
I said "Grandpa, I have been...

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We were not a nation, but just a continent 
Africa with kingdoms 
then, we violently got segmented and detached by people who never understood us...

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It falls softly as it tumbles...
Down from the sky darkly...
Deep in the heart of midnight.

Not a deity stirs at this moment out of time.
As young...

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My innocence was taken at such a young age I was molested, neglected, and almost rape I was abused and used and left so confused...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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I was born to be a survivor and a fighter.
That's why I became a writer.
As a child the physical abuse I endured.
Being a baby it...

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Shadow Lights

Have you ever noticed? 
When you sit your hands upon the keys. 
If you close your eyes, 
just right...
not too tight, no peeking, but...

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Call Your Mother

Pick up the phone...
do it now. 
If you can.
Later if you must, 
I trust that you, 
know the difference. 

She never put you...

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