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Strong, Smart, Beautiful

Time to rise and shine
Get dressed for this days grind
Look yourself in that mirror 
And repeat after me

I am ready for today
No one can take my happiness away
Unless I let them
I will smile toward strangers
I will make it through whatever 
Struggles come my way today
I am strong
I am smart
I am beautiful 

Now look in the mirror
deeper into your eyes, where soul lies
Repeat it one more time, with meaning

Copyright © Melisa Karpinske | Year Posted 2017



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Words

So many critics in our world
technology has made it more so
Your dress makes you look a tramp, m'dear
Sharp opinions wherever we go

You are to chubby to be a model
and so the cycle starts 
Young lady born to anorexia
words to shape her mind and heart

A little boy walks with a noticable limp
at recess kids laugh and point fingers
he stands all alone, pain in his bones
fighting bone cancer that lingers

Don't open your mouth or type those words
think first about how you would feel 
if those same words were pointed in your direction
use kind words to help people heal

Copyright © Melisa Karpinske | Year Posted 2016

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Abuse

Momma went crazy again
drinking up a storm
She just wouldn't stop
through night til early morn

She punched her new boyfriend, Tyler
Gave him a shiner that closed his eye
Tyler called my dad, he came,
to take me away for the night

Tyler looked at my dad
asking how did he do it
Dad touched me on the head
Said I was worth all the shit

Momma broke everything
but worse she has broken me
Tyler is a nice stepdad
I like him and he likes me

Don't know where I'm going
tomorrow seems so bleak
but for now I'm with my dad
I won't worry and will not weep

So today I am with dad
While momma sobers up 
inside her broken mess
while her and Tyler broke up

Copyright © Melisa Karpinske | Year Posted 2017

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Bitten and Bruised

When the police finally caught us
At a 'friends' in Kentucky
I didn't care if we went to jail
In there, I would be safe and lucky

The cops asked me if I was alright
I had welts and bruises from your bites
My nose had just been broken
I had just set it back right, while crying
Tears of relief fell, seeing flashing lights

My ribs were still healing
From the three weeks before 
Punches reigned, and I fell
Fetal position on the floor
You'd laughed your evil laugh
Urinated on me 
as you screamed, "rotten w****!"

I never felt safer in my life
As when the police put me
in the backseat of the cop car
I laughed in scared confusion, was I free?
Was it finally over?

But it will never truly be 
For it sits in my mind
haunting
Always

Copyright © Melisa Karpinske | Year Posted 2017

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Abused

Her face held age
gasped scar piled upon scar
from a man's thunderous rage
still stings, though gone you are

Her heart in chest beats
though it halted once within
those fists & words come to greet
from his parents & his own sins

She held her head high with pride
in a world that sometimes seems artic cold
promised never to let teardrops fall in sighs
for a nefarious man that causes agony so bold

Copyright © Melisa Karpinske | Year Posted 2017



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Depraved

As dust doth settle upon your casket 
I do not weep, mine eyes remain dry
as the warmest summer days on land
And though those around me stare
I know in confusion 
For they have not seen inside you
or myself, as we do

Thy ears perk at hissing, while eyes unfocused in panic
For a split second on your resting box
From your grave, I keep waiting for your fist 
waiting for venomous words to spew forth from your lips

Lips I had abandoned, for no matter the love I gave
through the good, through the bad
Bad turned a tad too much as my bones broke, 
muscles ripped bared screams from fattened lips

Today, standing with dry eyes I tell myself again
The past was just pretend
T'was just a story I had read but months ago
A tale, A nightmare of pretense

Copyright © Melisa Karpinske | Year Posted 2017


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