Grandmother Abuse Poems

I WAS ABUSED BY MY MOTHER AND HER BOYFRIEND AT THE AGE OF THIRTEEN, THIS POEM REFLECTS THOSE HARDEST MOMENTS FOR ME. THEY RAN OFF...

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She blew the candles
after she was ninety, feet on the earth, mind distorded by the counted years.
She still blew the candles with the only ones...

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Reflections of Affection

Painting your face... 
slowly on the canvas, 
in the colors of tan, 
and olive green. 

Your skin is so fair, 
it is hard...

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My friend had said
Oh! Father
 What color 
My eyes my skin's shades
 Of many MELATONIN (what)
 I have a white mother 
And yet my father's
...

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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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Had I delved deep into The Word
I would have heard, 
It wasn't from beyond the cloud
My first winnings were as large as the devil's lure
I...

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"Don't you cuss at your ol' gramma!  C'mere! 
I'm gonna wash your mouth out with catsh*t!"...

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He pushed her rapidly to the edge so many times
But she was a good girl, she told herself, shutting out her grandma’s voice
Poison him! Her...

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She was the kind of mother 
who should have raised axe murderers and serial killers.
Harsh, bitter, angry, with six touches of meanness 
and a horrible...

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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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Preserving Childhood memories

Those years are like dusty boxes of old books
Each book classify as a quantum leap for me.
My first steps that led to many...

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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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Yesterday

We 
that can remember
keep-alive
those that have been forgotten,
in the small room,
the place in our hearts,
where God 
plants the best flowers,
and no tears…
fall....

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Fading Paper Dolls

Slowly leaving things out, 
important and then, 
not so much. 

Angry people that believe 
they are slighted, 
or given less value, 
found wrong...
as...

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