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Soraya Jean Poem
There is a girl who comes to school everyday with a smile on her face. The way she looks
happy during school in front of her friends and classmates. Who becomes quiet when ever
she sees or hear something she would like to be involved with. This girl wakes up
everyday wishing something new happens and changes her life. Her surroundings changes
her mood left to right. She imagines, and focuses on objects that’s around her and
think. Have deep thoughts, her heart racing at the speed of her feelings cramping in her
heart. She try holding her tears back by laughing and pretends everything is okay. Deep
down inside she wishes that everything can be okay. She survives through the day of
different feelings that comes unexpected. When she realizes when school is over she
becomes sad and depressed. Reason is because it’s very miserable going to a boring life
at home. She’s on her own by herself going home hoping her peeps not home. Wishing there
won’t be drama. She’s a girl who needs and wants so much so much that it hurts to even
try to ask for it. At home she ends up down again realizing there isn’t anything to do,
something building inside her feeling like screaming out her pain to someone, who may
help her but doesn’t know who. She hates the feeling; she wants the pain to stop, to end
ever since it inherited in her heart. Growing up, thinking to herself she hopes she’s
not one of those child who is lonely deep down inside. She looks back at it now and ask
herself why her. Fear for living in this condition makes her be who she is. A girl, who
is sweet, faithful, has huge heart, who is deep inside, who is intelligent. The girl she
sees in the mirror is someone who is strong and surviving through the pain. The only
person she has is herself no one can understand the pain within her eyes. And yet
another day she has to get through.
Copyright © Soraya Jean | Year Posted 2005
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Soraya Jean Poem
I’m on the phone and I have things through my mind. I sit there and he asks me a
question, a question that was troubling me for a second. I’m thinking what answer I
should give away. Asking myself why he’d come up with this question after so long. He
got me good, 5 points. He waits to hear my respond and I let him know that I cannot
answer him right that minute. He understood and just simply said think about it. So I
have thought for the remainder of the night. Spending about 2 hours so far I thought I
made up my mind and found the answer. I decided to delay telling him because I wasn't’t
ready for his reaction to it. Still puzzled by him asking me the shocking question my
heart falls for the mistake he made. I’m there confused rather I should take him back,
wondering if I’m doing something stupid or I should reconsider. I stay quiet reminiscing
on how he let me go, how he hurt me twice, and yet I’m ready to let him in my heart
again. I let him know what he put me through. Calling me in about a month later after
the disturbance, expecting things will be alright. I still sit there on the phone
keeping quiet thinking hard about life, him and…. his son. Yea, his son the main
character for based on the disturbance. He tells me how he loves his son and broke the
shocking news. It started to hurt me for something I had nothing to do with. I mean it’s
sad and I see him going through it. Moments later he talks about how he spends time with
him and others. There was something odd though. I mean he told me that he broke up with
her and how she’s foolish and cheats. I told him she’s bull and he says he doesn’t want
to talk about her. He told me his reason for asking the question and I still hold my
answer towards him. I’m thinking trying to make the decision to tell him, he’s falling
asleep and I thought right there that it was my shot to tell him. I say it slowly trying
to get the words, I tend to hesitate and then….he didn’t respond. I’m there holding my
breathe about to explode saying to myself say something. He gave me a brake and told me
he understood. For the rest of the night we fell asleep, But at the same time still
thinking about the question he asked and the answer he received from me…decided that I
was safe.
Copyright © Soraya Jean | Year Posted 2005
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