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Best Poems Written by Jessica Hartman

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Shylock

"if you prick us,
Do we not bleed?
If you tickle us,
Do we not laugh?"

Your crime filled eyes
Stare upon me
As if..
As if I were the devil.

Your hateful smiles,
Evolve into meere sneers.
Your fingers point,
Your smiles spit,
Your mind mocks,
But you choose no different.

"I am a Jew"
I suffer,
I'm called 'dog'
An yet...
You run to me
For money.

"I am a Jew"
Your society 
Is my jail.
I'm imprisoned 
By your rules,
Your religion.

"I am a Jew"
You hate me
Not for my looks,
For my house,
Nor my words...
And most certainly
Not for my money.

"I am a Jew"
Mistreated....
Misunderstood....
Alone, deserted
Even by my own daughter,
With no where to go
No one to love...
And only Christians to turn to.

"I am a Jew"

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Battle Scars

My heart is a magnet for scars, 
Attracted to painful situations.
My mind is my heart's companion,
Knowing to stay away,
But choosing to follow anyway.

Blood is never spilt,
But mistakes are made,
Hearts are hacked,
Souls become severed,
And people are punished.
My heart adds another scar.

The wounds, bleeding and raw,
Open and vulnerable,
Radiating with emotion,
Leave me in turmoil and pieces.

From the time i was small,
A toddler of three,
My heart has known battle....
Scars of love, hatred and 
Even that of confusion and
Misunderstanding have left
Their mark.

Time heals these festering wounds,
That are susceptible to infection,
Gushing with pain, 
oozing with hurt and
Raw with hatred and confusion.

My family and friends become the narcotics of my life,
Blocking out the hurt,
Numbing my pain from within.

The one thing i've known,
Since i can remember,
One thing that's always there,
Bubbling beneath the surface,
The MVP in making me who i am.

But all thats left of the old and past,
Are closed pink lines inside my chest.
Untill mistakes are made once again,
Etching in new lacerations
And ripping away the stitches of time.

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Battle With Depression

I stare,
Eyes glazed over,
Tears running down my face
Heart racing,
Mind chaotic...

I feel,
The sharp crispness
Of the shard
As it burns my flesh.

The shard
(laced in my fingers)
Cuts deeper,
Slicing
Into my pain.

Blood dripping
One...drop...at
A...time...
I succumb to relief
As my feelings wash with it.

I've been gone.
Lost,
Wrapped up...
Broken away from reality.

Glancing down,
As i make
Another swipe
I see the shimmering
Reflection of White light.

I see
(for a split second)
My friends,
My family...
My reality.

I could sense
That white light,
Which seemed forever lost,
The memories
That appear non-existent

But those
Dark Devilish Demons
Take...
Over...
Again...

They crawl
Through my pores,
Seeping into my blood...
Conquering my body,
Severing my soul.

They, my master..
I,
Their puppet...
Their toy,
Constantly playing their games...

They barricade my mind,
Focusing my eyes
On the shimmering shard,
Now creating
Another battle wound.

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Mother

Your smiles are
Warm and friendly.
Your hugs are
Welcoming and accepting.
Your amazing
Accepting
Loving
Caring.
Your
My caretaker,
Secret keeper,
Comforter...
You were there,
When she wasn't,
(which....
Was all the time)
You sit by me,
Stand by me,
Support me
Then...
Now...
Forever...

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Its His Skin

They stare at him,
Like he's a monster.
He's just like me
And you,
Just different.
I'M not like you,
So why not
Stare at ME?
It's his skin,
They say,
That separates him.
That makes him,
No good...too different....
Too different 
To socialize with,
Or recognize.
I.....
I keep looking....
And I don't see it.
I see....
I see...
I see
A good person at heart,
Recognize
His kindness.
I see no skin,
Only his soul.
I wonder,
If MY skin
Were different,
Would I be looked at,
The way he's looked at?

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Slaves To My Feet

Up and down
Left and right
Back and forth
Over an over again.

My life repeats.
Everyday,
The same emotions,
Conversations,
Routines.

I do not feel
And rarely
Have to think.

Consciously unaware,
I move
From here to there,
My feet slaves
To my mind.

Automatically moving...
The soul within me
Trapped, jailed
Within this solid mass,
Barricading me from my freedoms.

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Love Live and Let It Go

Love, live, forgive and forget
Love one another
Unconditionally, forever.
Live life to it's fullest
Everyone's great,
Everyone's famous,
It's just a smaller scale.
Forgive those you love
And even those you don't.
Forget the fight 
You had last night,
The things you said,
But didn't mean.
Forget what's bad
In your life
Unless you make it good.
Forget the fact
You're late for work,
Or got cut off.
Just don't forget
To love and live 
And that
When you forgive, you also forget.

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I Dont Love You

I dont love you...
Her actions screaming,
Ringing in my ears,
Four words that broke me...

My soul,
Clinging,
To the tattered remains
Of my severed heart.

That relationship,
I LONGED for as a child,
Was truly slippung away...
It had been, all these years.

I just refused to break,
To let the hope die,
To accept the truth.
I had been blind, oblivious
To all of her lies.

She didn't love me...
Said indirectly,
But directly proved.

I've seen myself grow up,
Realize the truth,
Mature to early
(In some ways).

I've seen myself rise,
Rise above the limits.
I've seen myself begin to live,
Move past the past,
Start new,
Refresh myself.

I've seen MY-self,
Have you?