Hey have you ever thought
Look at her she’s so fake
Well maybe that’s why she’s distraught
Maybe she is trying to hide her mistake
The next time you look and say
Look at him he is pathetic, so mild
See his bruises, the ones they gave today
Tell me then that he is like a useless child
Well you see that girl with killer heels
The one that acts so loose
Well she hasn’t got a good deal
She goes home to her mother’s abuse
You know nothing about the kid
But see only the acts he commits
Don’t see the father from which he hid
Nor the scar from his father’s drunken fits
So don’t tell me you don’t judge
When you see the young girl with a bump
You think she’s a fool, and hold a grudge
But there is a reason she tried to jump
There is more to a book than a cover
There is pain cause from others
There are crimes committed by a lover
There are different reasons why people suffer
The girl I am
The girl I am
Is not
From the streets
That can be bribe
With money
Or love.
The girl I am
Enjoys a peaceful day
Filled with music
And the laughter of rain
Dancing down my window.
The girl I am
Enjoys flowers
With a small card
Hidden between
The petals
Of a deep red rose.
The girl I am
Does not mess with your kind,
A man who craves sex
With no love
In his eyes
Or in his voice.
The girl I am
Is fierce
With fists
Ready to swing
To protect
What I love.
Life cant be hard when you have people to be right by your side
I seem to be the only sad girl who cant seem to keep her head held high
A girl with a smile so vain
It feels like everyday it seems to rain
But through this poetry , I release my pain
In my eyes I am a African queen and nobody can take me off my throne
I know I have been judged in life but is it because of my skin tone ?
I’m like fire
I cant bring you satisfaction
But I can bring a distraction
To me , fire brings desire
These rhymes I bring are straight from the heart
So sad to know how something so strong can split apart
Tell me what you see
When you think of me.
Frail and fragile,
Or fearless and fighting.
I’m not a force
To be reckoned with
But just a feeble attempt at
Functionality and survival.
Just a girl with every intention
In the world to make sense
But just painfully misunderstood
And misused.
Just a sweet girl whose heart
Has been abused one too many times.
Do you see me at all?
Do you see what I want you to see
Or do you really see me?
This average girl isn't nice
and she isn't mean.
For this average girl has always
been something in between.
You cant choose between left and right
if they look exactly the same
Believe me
this Average Girl has tried
and always lost her way.
This average girl has got
a bit of everything
and it hurts her to think
that she will always be that way.
But It has never stopped her
from dreaming
for this average girl can dream
Though very down to earth
and realistic as she seems.
This average girl cannot
and will not fall in love
This average girl is never an
answer,
always : 'none of the above'
This average girl continues
to live life in a dream
for this average girl
sees life as average as it could seem.
There's at girl who always frowns
She looks so sad she starts to cry
The girl who frowns looks just like me...
How can that be
I think awhile and start to see
The girl who frowns is really...
....Me
I am the girl who pulls stupid stunts
I am the person you will text all day
I am the lady who is maybe too blunt
I am woman who does it her way
I am girl who will jump into the fight
I am the person who longs to be free
I am the lady who always has to be right
I am the woman, this human is me
I am the girl in the sweater
Hoping for things to get better
I am the sad girl on thanksgiving
Wondering why those who are not living
were not beside her in this life
Thirty-one days and she still cries
I am the girl lying on the ground
Wishing for what is not found
I am the girl crying late at night
Hoping and wishing he just might
come back and finish this off
so I wouldn't be the girl wishing to be Gone.
Nobody cares that a girl is beaten for disobeying her father
Nobody cares that a boy is killed for trying to break up a fight
Nobody cares that a baby is drowned for crying too much
But I care… Its not right for people to turn the other cheek
Nobody cares that a gay man is stripped of his clothes and forced to walk out in the street
Nobody cares that a transvestite is revealed of a secret in front of their friends
Nobody cares that a lesbian is forced to make a ***** so her parents don’t find out
But I care… Its not right for people to turn the other cheek
Nobody cares that a girl is forced into sex, beaten when she refuses
Nobody cares that a boy is forced to clean up after his mother’s flaws
Nobody cares that a group of friends gets arrested because they look suspicious
But I care… Its not right for people to turn the other cheek
Nobody cares that a girl is beaten for disobeying her father
Nobody cares that a gay man is stripped of his clothes and forced to walk out in the street
Nobody cares that a girl is forced into sex, beaten when she refuses
But I care… Its not right for people to turn the other cheek
Look
what do you see
a past together and whole
a girl who wrote
released the pain
laughed on the pages
screamed out her anger
She had a way with words
and who is she now
that girl with the pencil
where did she go
what happened to her joy
what happened to the laughter
she hides it all away
the pain
the tears
she's lonely for her lover
dead beneath the ground
she misses the sister
supportive through it all
time steals it away
the girl had to grow
here she stands a woman
she's suffered in life
stands strong before you
and now she wonders
where do I go now
Have you seen the girl who thirsts for somebody's attention? Have you seen the girl who
hungers for somebody's affection? Have you seen the girl who is scared and confused? Have
you seen the girl who, no matter what she does she always seems to lose? Have you seen
the girl who has been raped too much throughout her life? Have you seen the girl who never
seems to do anything right? Have you seen the girl who is so very lonely? Have you seen the
girl who no one thinks she is unhappy? because she always has a smile on her face, she's
very good at hiding the pain, and keeping it away. Have you seen the good woman that she
has turned out to be, that missing girl, come to think about it, is me.*
I peek out the window looking for a glimpse
while hiding as I don’t want to be seen
And I fantasize about the girl next door
and I wonder what my actions mean
I sit and dream watching others come and go
all the while sitting in my chair
Though I once had the courage to go speak to her
I’m now afraid and it’s not fair
I have a drink and light a smoke
and watch this girl next door
and I wonder well what could happen if I just said hi
and the answer makes me hide some more
I chastise myself for being weak
as I sit and write out my feelings in prose
When in my mind I’m walking over to her
and introducing myself with a rose
But that’s not what I do as I seldom mingle now
and my neighbors think me a terrible bore
And right they may be and though here I still sit
I dream of talking to the girl next door
My child's addiction
By John B Scott
Is this what you really want ?
Numbing your pain with pills and booze
A little girl with ballerina dreams
But addiction is what you choose.
A beautiful girl with hope in her heart
Scarred from mans indecent ways
Abused and used shame took your fight
Life's truths have torn you apart.
Sobriety awaits for you my dear
Reach out your hand and try
I will be with you through thick and thin
My daughter the apple of my eye.
Outside lives a girl with a smile that will brighten up the room, inside hides a girl with a
Brocken heart. Yet no one will ever see the pain hidden behind that confined teenage girl.
Living each day feeling alone, feeling like it's her against the world. Pain, hurt, and misery all
mixed into one. The loneness creeps onto her like the shadow of a foggy night. Delusion
creeps into the comfort of her lonely soul, giving her no delight. She feels hopeless, scared,
and alone. With no one there to tell her it will be alright. Her heart filled with anger and
sadness that will never go away. On the outside lives a girl with only one option, which is to
Pray!
Poor girl
Poor girl walking on the street,
For three days she didn`t eat,
Her cotton dress was old,
Her thin body – very cold.
Winter wind was blowing harsh,
Suddenly, I heard a crash,
One moment… girl was down,
Blood… on all white town.
Is there in the street any rule?
Even way to heaven was cruel,
For this blameless soul,
Angel suffered all.
Blood on her white dress and arm,
Life can`t do her any more harm,
Angels raised her little soul – pure,
She had no pains to endure.
In her world there is no sorrow,
No worry for tomorrow.
- Please, girl, take me with you now!
- I`d do it. I don`t know how.
- Please, Lord, don`t let me here!
- Your soul to raise… needs many tears.
Love, help others without fears!
And God will be with you in all the coming years.
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