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Kassie Buttrey Poem
She sits on the floor arms wrapped around her ankles.
By a thread of hope, she dangles.
Tears run from her eyes endlessly.
Nobody can stop her from breaking.
Her breathing gets ragged and troubled.
No matter what her problems are doubled.
Rocking herself, comfort eases over her mind.
Her meds are kicking in and peace she finally finds.
Butterflies fly around her head.
When she tries to catch them, they fall dead.
She lays her head down to sleep.
How long can, sanity, she keep?
Later when she wakes up, she feels so empty.
How else should she feel when she may have given up a baby?
3 days after rape and abortion pills.
She's fifteen and not sure how she feels.
She goes to the bathroom mirror.
The image is anything but clear.
Her sister laughs at her anxiety.
Her sister tells her she has never had and never will have a reason to worry,
Because the girl has it so easy.
She thinks yeah that's why he raped me.
She begins to cry again.
And her sister yells at her then.
The sister cusses her and pushes her around.
Her self-esteem dives right into the ground.
She walks out and goes out on the back porch step and sits.
Wondering what she has done to be treated like this.
Her dad is outside smoking when she begins to have trouble breathing.
He calls out her name, he starts getting worried.
She barely hears him even though, he is right beside her, screaming.
She finally catches her breath and says sorry.
And her dad walks away angrily.
She goes in and looks at the girl in the mirror.
The vision she is seeing is getting clearer.
You wouldn’t believe,
That the girl I have been talking about is me.
I am telling you a story that happens to be true.
Well, it used to.
I found out at seventeen…
That my sister had betrayed me.
People ask, “What is a soul’s worth in money?”
Nothing, I tell you. Nothing!
She sold me out for eleven dollars.
I swear I want to hurt her.
I want to hurt her worse than she did me.
But I do not have the heart for such cruelty.
Copyright © Kassie Buttrey | Year Posted 2013
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Children ask so many questions.
Often enough, children face hard lessons.
They learn that people lie.
They learn that sometimes a part of your family doesn't love you.
Those children grow up so insecure.
They are never for sure.
They doubt mostly themselves.
They often enough doubt everyone else.
They learn that society can be so cruel to kids.
For them to belong, the world forbids.
Everyone warns them to not talk to strangers.
Adults never realize they pose the exact same dangers.
Copyright © Kassie Buttrey | Year Posted 2014
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Kassie Buttrey Poem
What it would be like to tell someone, I don’t believe in fighting.
And that someone not call me a spineless coward.
Every time you insult me, my anger is overpowered.
I give into depression.
Yes, this is my confession.
I have taken a beating and more.
But I’m spineless, you say, right down to the core.
I know my voice is so small and I don’t speak up for myself when I should.
If I could handle the stress, then I would.
But my chest starts to hurt this terrible ache and pain.
Every gasp for air is only in vain.
I can’t seem to stop crying.
I feel only weak for trying.
This is what happens when I try to do what’s right.
I just simply cannot fight.
Copyright © Kassie Buttrey | Year Posted 2013
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Kassie Buttrey Poem
Sometimes you build a wall…
And guard it, so it won’t fall.
That wall can make you feel all by yourself.
Like a toy puppet, with broken strings, sitting on a very dusty shelf.
You breathe air, eat, and sleep.
You can’t climb over the wall, because it is too steep.
A person comes, and you’re just hoping they will notice you at all.
When they pick you up, you never expect to fall.
Sometimes life doesn’t give you what you want or need.
It can be selfish with hatred and greed.
The important thing to remember when falling in,
Is to get up and stand straight again.
Copyright © Kassie Buttrey | Year Posted 2013
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